well we seemed to have started another adventure without first being sure with our audience that you were okay if we did. For that we are sorry. With that apology now out of the way however, i can now begin to tell you all exactly what adventure it is that I am referring to.
It all started a couple of months ago when Brandon got a job at PCL in Calgary. We decided that he should probably take the job as they were to offer him a carpentry apprenticeship, and also that we should probably move to Calgary as the commute from Chilliwack might get a little overwhelming. So, excitedly we began to look for homes online as well as to find out how we were going to bring all of our stuff with us (people can't go places without their stuff- it is a fact). So as the day of the move came closer we got busier and busier with packing and finding out more and more about what was involved in moving to a different province.
Finally the day came to pack the truck up. We got a 17 foot UHaul. It was a good thing we had chosen a 17 footer because our stuff barely fit. We had such generous people helping us in packing and unpacking the truck . For the first part of our move we had Grandpa Ted, Glen, Tami, and the chilliwack missionaries helping us. It was a huge blessing.
The next morning our household woke up at quarter to five to get last things in the truck. Our plan was to leave right at six. So naturally, as seven am rolled around we left Chilliwack, our return date unknown.
The trip to Calgary made me slightly nervous. Belle had never been on a car ride for longer than a few hours and i didnt know how she was going to handle the mountain passes and sitting in a car seat all day. There was also the whole issue with brandon travelling in the truck and weighed down with everything we owned to consider. We knew that we werent going to get to Calgary in record speed.
Well aside from stopping when one or all of us were hungry and or when one of us had to pee (in belles case she had already peed.... and the other thing), we made pretty darn good time. As Brandon was driving the Uhaul and i was driving the civic Brandons mom Tami (aka Tamika) had come along to both help with belle and (wound up being) suport for us as well.
It was a beautiful drive and we got some great pictures of scenery along the way. It wasnt until we got nearer and nearer to where we were to live that the scenery began to change for the worse.
It was about 7 oclock when we pulled into calgary. Belle was beginning to get cranky for the first time in the whole day. We had directions that i had printed off from the night before and when we were about 10 minutes away from "home" my stomach began to sink. The nice homes were beginning to get a little more worn looking. The pedestrians lining the streets were beginning to get a little more... (looking for a nice pollitically correct way of saying what i want)... addicted to a hard substance known as crack cocaine and doing ANYTHING they could to be able to pay their dealers-looking. And- oh look- there is that dealer now.
So I had made a very big mistake. I moved my family to a small ghetto in calgary. My hopes rose for about 30 seconds on that drive as i thought outloud, " it doesnt mean our home is going to be bad" but then what seemed like 10 seconds later we were pulling up to this place that looked nothing like what i had seen pictures of on the internet and there were men from our new church waiting to move us in.
Before I even had a chance to look inside, the Uhaul truck was open and there were people quickly running and getting things into our house. I got Belle out of her car seat and just sort of floated through this place without being able to think anything but, "we have to go back home right now."
Well that concludes part one of the moving story. Stay tuned for part 2 and pictures!
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