Our boxes and boxes of stuff arrived this past week! Hurray! It is a bittersweet feeling, having all of our personal belongings finally all under one roof….All under one roof…packed up in hundreds of boxes labeled office, toys, clothes and kitchen, waiting for us to go through them. We did a good job with the labeling and packing but no matter how meticulous we were, it is still an overwhelming job at this end. Poor Mr P just wants us to build his bed, the loft bed that doubles as his secret pirate boat hideaway – its hard to explain to this excited 6 year old that this bed will take a solid weekend to rebuild from flat pack.
I’ve been unpacking mostly kitchen boxes and clothes items. The clothes items take the longest to get through because they need to be washed. Even a box of clothes that seems as pristine as it was when the clean clothes were put in, need to be washed or hung on the line to air out at the very least. I’m enjoying having a wardrobe that has now expanded beyond just a handful of outfits. The kids have been snuggling their teddies and dollies, claiming new favorites from amongst the pack of toys – it’s like a second Christmas!
Unpacking the kitchen has been fun, I’ve been baking just because I now have all the tools and I can, making home made pizzas and recalling memories conjured up from glassware items and coffee mugs.
I pulled the Cafe du Monde mug from New Orleans out of the box and smiled fondly, recalling the wonderful people I met and the instant connections, the amazing learning experience and our evening on a second floor balcony right on Bourbon Street throwing beads at men walking by and shouting to them “Show us your moneymaker!” All mothers with young kids, it was definitely a night to remember.
Friday night home alone with the kids, I had a teeny glass of Pinot Gris from my redneck wine glass (these days, “teeny” is all I can manage)! And this, this glass evokes such a warm feeling inside. This is a glass from a girls weekend, one of my last weekends in New York with 2 of my dearest friends – one from before we even started school, and one from my awkward high school days. Both had traveled from Montreal to see me off before I headed to the other side of the world. We sat above Times Square at Bubba Gump’s, my favorite cheesy manhattan restaurant with a killer view of the dazzling Times Square billboards.
The hardest part of having lived in 3 countries in the past 10 years is being able to keep my memories straight. As seasons flip flop from a Winter Christmas in New York to a summer Christmas BBQ in New Zealand, my memory can get a little confused. Places and spaces have made up the puzzle pieces to my life, and though I aim not to hoard these chipped mugs and glasses remain as important to me as the pictures of friends and family I’ve taken along the way.