|Let us enter! Our room to your left, kitchen after a left, washroom to your right and Living Room as seen|
|Daddy by our doorway after the move|
|Aaaahhh MY Kitchen...|
|Daddy texting by the entrance|
|Our Hauling Truck|
|Daddy waiting for the truck to leave|
|Me watching them secure our belongings (its not much though)|
|Our Front Door|
|The First Step|
|Our Niche - the Entrance|
|Our Unit (H) - stands for "Homey" & "Happy"|
A week after our deep loss we move on with our lives to our new home. A home we found just right after the loss of our five loved ones. But its a different story. I would like to share the move.
I literally dragged myself to packing the week before the move. Did a few laundry prior to the move as well. The funny thing is, the day of the awaited transfer, I was excited. I wasn't all giddy and crazy happy but in general, it felt light-hearted. A feeling I have never felt for the longest time since the "confrontation" incident. The travel was even more heart-touching. Chriez and I at the back of the cab, I know its not the most romantic place on earth to be, but her words were comforting and real. She said to me:
"We're moving on. We will be happy and you will the queen of the house...and I the king of the house ofcourse. We're going to be alright." And I could just cry at that instant. I bit my lip and returned her kiss. I was momentarily in a daze.
Once all our stuff was inside our new home, we cleaned the place like frantic robots on a mission. We were excited about the move, we were excited to start anew with EACH OTHER.
to be continued....