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I almost can cannot handle it…….

It had been months of preparation and finally the truck had been packed up with all our worldly possessions. You could not squeeze another toothbrush into the back of the neatly tessellated boxes. We had managed to downsize somewhat and I felt relieved that the loot had reduced to a more manageable amount. I waved at the already familiar truck driver as he rounded the corner. He had a good 40 hours of driving ahead of him across Canada. Did I ever realise how big this place was before we got here?

Another box to add to the pile....

Another box to add to the pile….

 

I have been waiting for this moment……..

The relief was tangible and I felt the stress just tumble off my shoulders. Now all that was left was to organise Josh’s travels and the 2 cars. The vehicles were fetched that evening by 2 flatbed trucks. The drivers walked around the 2 clean immaculate passengers. Even ‘they’ had been prepared for their trip to the west coast! The drivers strutted around and rubbed at the dust marks on the body work. But I knew these 2 beauties were ready and scratchless and could be winched into place. From there they would be driven into a carrier and securely tied down. Our pool table was going to be slide in alongside the cars. Another thing to tick off the ‘to do’ list!

My Highlander graciously takes up her position....

My Highlander graciously takes up her position….

It is good to be alive round about now…..

At 5am the next morning Josh was collected. He gingerly jumped into his crate and settled down on his familiar soft blanket. He looked across at me knowingly. I assured him ‘that the trip was shorter this time round.’ The last of my packing was done. What a relief! The next few days would be spent with family and friends. It was bitter sweet to say goodbye. I suppose the reality of what you have meant to people and what they have meant to you only really hits home when you leave. I was very honoured and touched by the outpouring of emotion. I am so grateful to them for being part of my life over these last 5 years. We hope that Vancouver will be on their favourite list of vacation spots in the near future.

I think I have finally found my Hallelujah….

The call came in at the airport that the truck in which are cars were traveling had met with an accident. No one was hurt fortunately….. except the cars! In true Canadian fashion a moose had walked out across the road and the truck had swerved to avoid it. What are the chances? Oh well, they are after all, just vehicles. I will be most grateful if the second truck gets to us safely. Hopefully no moose migration is imminent over the next few days.

The culprit.....

The culprit…..

Somehow I fancy a little red low- slung number. On second thoughts maybe an orange one……we are after all empty nesters with no ‘real’ responsibilities!

I could get used to this……

My beloved garden pots have certainly seen a bit of the world....

My beloved garden pots have certainly seen a bit of the world….

 

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As it turns out, I have recently proven to be quite a sleuth! My investigative talents were however not drawn upon to wade through the mounds of files to find original documentation.  I do this task with the automation of a robot and because I have to! I have become a master at sliding my brain into ‘oblivion mode’ when I have to complete repetitive tasks that don’t grab me!  (Ironing and housework to name just a few are tucked in between the paper chase.) But to get back to the paper work…….You need to take into account that these files were packed in South Africa, traveled  over twelve thousand kilometers by sea in a container and were then unpacked here in Canada. I peered into the boxes and tried to make some sort of order out of all ‘this past life.’ It was crucial as certain bits of information were required from these files in order to obtain permanent residency here in Canada.

 

We were quite excited when all the bits and pieces were found and our application was submitted. That was the easy bit! For ages one hears nothing from the authorities. You just wait. Then one day we are told to go for full medicals, yet again. I have had every orifice examined numerously all in the name of permanent residency. I am happy to announce that I am definitely in fine fickle!  Then the other day, the big one was dropped on us……. The Canadian authorities needed a police clearance certificate from Zimbabwe. Oh my hat! This was going to take some doing! We had one from 1981 but this was no good. It had to be current!

 

So this was when the ‘sleuth mode’ kicked in. Web sites had to be trawled and the appropriate forms found. We got this all assembled, sent a payment through our bank and couriered off the documentation to Harare. This was straight forward….. Weeks went by and we heard nothing. How would we retrieve this vital document from Zimbabwe? We racked our brains to recall any contacts that we might have had in Harare. But to no avail, most of our family and friends had already left and were scattered all over the world.

I resorted to Google. I typed in my request……. Assistance needed in the retrieval of a Zimbabwe police certificate. Lawyers’ names in Harare popped up on my computer screen in response to my search. I was in luck! I contacted a few of them and explained my dilemma. Within a few hours I had a response! The knight in shiny armour efficiently retrieved the precious document and sent it on its way back to Canada. (Thank you, Ken!)

 

It is now safe in the hands of the Canadian authorities in Ottawa. It is probably in a file somewhere on someone’s desk. If only they knew what talent and effort had gone into putting that file together. I do hope that nothing further is required to finalise the process.  I would also like to put my sleuth talent on hold for a while, that is……

Happy Canada Day!

Never let go......

Never let go……

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