And a photo of the lovely late summer blue sky in Saskatoon while on my lunch break downtown yesterday,
just because it's pretty :)
I started my big move back home on Wednesday evening with a bunch of large pieces of furniture and some bins I managed to pack up on Tuesday night. My dad, my boyfriend, and my boyfriend's cousin all helped out with the moving process. Two trucks, one trailer, and my small SUV were filled up for the first trip and we got a lot of it out of the way - I was so thankful for all of their help!
I kept chipping away at packing and moving after that, but it was mostly smaller items that I was able to handle myself. My dad stopped by Saturday morning for my final bigger items (bed, bed frame, pantry cupboard, and a few more bins). I have to admit, I really procrastinated in getting ready for this move. There was a lot more that could have been prepped and even moved beforehand, but I just wanted to relish those last days in my place without living in chaos. I felt the ramifications the last couple days, though. Saturday wasn't so bad, I got a few more trips in with my vehicle. My cousin that just moved to Saskatchewan came to the city and helped me out a bit, but then we took the evening off to spend time together. Sunday was crunch time. I still had quite a bit of stuff at my old place, I still had to clean, and when my landlord checked in about timing I realized he was hoping for much earlier than I was planning on for the walk-through and handing over the keys. It turned out that I didn't get to do as thorough of a clean as I had wanted, but I feel ok about it. (I didn't wash all the walls, but they were painted only a year before - I just spot-cleaned where needed; I didn't get to pull out the fridge and stove, but I was able to sweep & vacuum on the sides; I didn't clean the light fixtures and ceiling fans, but I had in March when I was Spring cleaning). With my cousin's help (SO thankful!) and a lot of hard work, we managed to get done a little earlier than my landlord had asked for. He showed up for the walk-through, expressed his gratitude for a job well done, gave me my full damage deposit back, and told me he was sad to see me go (again). I was definitely sad to lose such a great landlord, but hopefully when I move out of my parents' place next time I'll be my own landlord instead :).
Now that step one of moving everything home is done I am on to step two: organizing it all. It's a daunting task! I won't even show you a photo of what my parents' garage looks like; partly because it's terrifying, and partly because I don't have a photo and I'm writing this at a coffee shop so I can't get one. Sure, some things just pop right back in where they were before I moved, but I accumulated a lot when I moved in order to set up my entire house. It's no easy feat trying to fit an entire home into an already existing home, but we're managing to do it! I'm still working on the bins, bags, and suitcases that were placed in my room, and it's coming along. Soon I'll be able to more seriously tackle the items that were from elsewhere in my rental. Dad helped me to set up my living room almost exactly as it was before I moved in the basement, giving me my own living area outside of my room. I really am thankful for how amazing my parents are, they're making a tough situation so seamless and comfortable. Just as it's not the easiest or most pleasing idea to move in with your parents after you've been gone for a year, it's probably just as difficult to have your adult daughter move back in with you once you've settled into a different routine and made use of your newly found space.
Now - off to organize some more! What have you been up to this week?