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How Quickly Everything Changes

I haven't really left anything here for people to read in about a week or so. Often, I end up letting this blog go for extended periods of time but THIS time there is a good reason for that. Life has been pretty overwhelming for the last week or so.

We're moving.

It's not a little move, either. It's a long one. We're moving from Ontario to Nova Scotia. That's like almost 1600 km and that is a bit terrifying to me.
Ta-dahhh... see the big move? We have to pack up a large-ish house, a whole circus of animals and three humans PLUS arrange where the fourth human member of our family is going to be living and get her things there all in a few months.... and did I mention that right now, the other adult who is able to help arrange things is several provinces in the OTHER direction?

I've dealt with moves before but in the past, when there were bureaucratic hoops to jump through it was only about three hours away AND we were moving back to family AND my (now ex) husband was there to help plan stuff. Yup. This is definitely going to be a different kettle of fish.

We weren't supposed to BE moving this year. They had said nope, no way, no chance.... and then THIS happened. Gotta love how the military makes a point of turning plans upside down. We found out.... exactly a week ago today, actually, that things were definitely happening. That they were a go for this year instead of next year.

What a difference a week can make.

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