I’m taking a short break today to get to my first love, writing!
More than a week without expressing myself on keyboard has taken its toll, I feel overburdened, frustrated and bursting with thoughts and feelings that need to find their way into written words.
I’m locked away in a fairly uncluttered room enjoying my view and attempting to organize my thoughts on our big move, thus far, one week and a few days ago.
The moving company we used was fantastic and they underestimated the number of boxes we had cannily stacked in our garage and had to make two trips, which wasn’t good news given the distance they were having to drive, up Central Expressway and beyond, to our little town of Weston in Collin County.
Happily the rain held off. Rain on moving day is not welcome but was in the forecast and waited until we were safely tucked up in bed. Our private road,
has taken a beating from the recent weather, potholes
and deep ruts all the way so rushing water and flash flood warnings would have been perilous coupled with a heavily laden truck, slip sliding along the unpaved lane.
I held down the fort after the first van load had been deposited to receive appliances and possible internet.
I used my time to good effect by shuffling boxes marked kitchen from the bedroom, and those marked bathroom from the lounge, making up the bed and then surveying, with sinking heart, the mountain of cardboard stuck in the garage because they were marked either books or office and were to be dealt with later. Our three car space was rapidly being taken over,
and there was still more!
By 7pm we were exhausted, the movers were wasted and the flat and truck were finally empty.
We looked over our previously wide open space with tall ceilings and fluid walkways and groaned…cardboard boxes do nothing for the interior design of a home.
Not to mention all the furniture we had given away to the newly weds (who gave it back when they decided to downsize big time by building a Tiny House) now taking up floor space, dark and heavy. This was not at all how I wanted my new house to look.
I kept up my prayer mantra and told myself to breathe,
“Day one will not look like day eight, or thirty or one-hundred.”
And we went out to eat and awoke the next morning to no electricity after the storm.
Welcome to Weston!
Well hello there! My name is Vivienne McNeny.
I am an empty nester exploring life as a Boomer…you could say I'm happily Boomering along!
As a homeschooling Mum I have finally quit the job of role model and mentor to my four children. I do what I want to do, eat when I feel like it, enjoy life with my blue eyed cowboy and clean my house once a month or so whether it needs it or not!
In true English form I write about the emergence of my true identity now that I can no longer hide behind my children as their Mum.
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2015-05-18 15:12:10
Whew! Because of you we are in some sort of order and living our dream.
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