It’s been over a month since we made the big move East, and relocated our family to Ontario. It’s almost nine at night at this moment, and it’s 6 C. Earlier today I went out grocery shopping and wore a t shirt and a light rain jacket. If I hadn’t thrown all of them away in the Great Moving Purge of 2015, I would have totally broken out the flip flops. So, I’m feeling like this was a pretty good move so far. This is my kind of winter.
To be truthful, however, this is not the norm for this area, and I know that inevitably, winter will arrive and with it the minus digit temperatures and big dumps of snow. Ontario tends to be a damper cold than out West, but I’m still betting that even at it’s worst, it’s going to feel like a mild winter compared to Edmonton.
It’s been over a month since we made the big move East, and we are starting to feel at home. All the boxes are officially unpacked, and almost everything has a spot. I spent nearly a month packing our things up in Edmonton, sorting the items that were going to be stored in Yorkton, and packing them separately from the things that would be making the move to Ontario. It just so happens, however, that I am spatially challenged, and unable to accurately predict how much room a certain item is going to take up. So when Paul did a trial run of packing the Ontario boxes into the car, a second purge and repacking of all the Ontario items had to take place.
To some degree not having all the things you deemed necessary can be liberating. We have not had a microwave for a month, and for the most part, I don’t even notice. As a mom of two young boys I was used to reheating my coffee ten times and eventually drinking it cold anyway, so now I just skip the middle steps. On the other hand, there is a constant feeling of confusion that comes with looking all over for an item that you know you packed, so it must be here somewhere, but where could it possibly be, because you already unpacked all the boxes and it wasn’t anywhere in them, and now you’ve looked all over the house, and it can’t possibly be hidden anywhere because you don’t have that much stuff for it to be hidden in, and ….Oh wait. Maybe it got left in Yorkton. Yes, now that I think of it, I am pretty sure we put that in the “nice to have” pile. Shoot. That would have been nice to have.
It’s been over a month since we made the big move East, and we are loving spending time with family. Visits with my sisters and their kids occur multiple times a week. They have babysat for me, and I have babysat for them. My boys have spent time with their grandparents and their great-grandma. I cannot overstate how truly wonderful it has been to be near family again. I know that every time we get together, we are creating memories that will last a lifetime.
It’s been over a month since we made the big move East, and now it’s Christmas time. It crept up on me this year, with all that we have had going on, but now that gifts are bought and wrapped, now that all the family is here for the holidays, now that plans for Christmas Eve lunch and Christmas day dinner are in full swing, I am finally feeling like its Christmas. So even as I embrace the busy-ness of all that Christmas brings, with family gatherings and traditions, I also want to take a step back to embrace the simplicity of what Christmas is about.
A time to reflect on the promise of the One who would be the Saviour of the world – the Messiah. A time to prepare our hearts for the coming of the Hope of the world. A time to rejoice in the miracle of God incarnate. A time to bask in God’s great love for us, a love so deep that He would humble Himself to become a tiny baby, the most vulnerable of creatures, in order to save us.
It’s been over a month since we made the big move East, and now we celebrate Emmanuel, God with us.
Merry Christmas to all, with love.