So recently (in the past 3 months) my hubby and I have been preparing ourselves, for yet again another move, but for the longest time we didn’t know where. Since it was his job taking us to a new place that we may not of ever heard of before or been to. The most stressful part about it was having to give notice to our landlady (which she turned out to be a piece of work, cause she refused to give us back any money she owed us), plus packing up everything and all the wonders of where we were going and not being able to plan the move properly (being that I am a bit OCD when it comes to planning and executing a move that can be as big as it was).
When it came down to the last few weeks, we were harassed constantly about the oil tank and if it was full(which it was, since we had been burning the wood in the wood stove). What really stressed me out was the thought of leaving all our family and friends behind, moving up to god only knows where. When I had found out our definite area of which we were moving to the fun now had to begin. Made several calls to a town called Chapleau, Ontario to find a home for my family to move into, which was feeling pretty defeated by the end of the day until a pastor called and told me that he had a place for us to move into. So now that we have a place to live now time to plan how much money it will take and book the truck.
When the day came to get the truck I was feeling very nervous and sad at the same time. I knew that we had to load the truck up and also clean the house up, because we were having both families coming over for an early Christmas dinner and gift exchange. I at this point of time was having major anxiety attacks over thinking about the move to Chapleau. So when the family came over I was very overwhelmed and wishing we didn’t have to go so far away specially 1 week before Christmas.
For the beginning month of December I was feeling anxious, depressed and angry. One for the idea that we had to move in the first place, two for the not being able to spend Christmas down south with the family and thirdly not being able to decorate the house our home in the festivities of the season. The idea of going off into unfamiliar territory scared the crap out of me.
Once we started on the road the following day, it started out not too bad, the cats had been given their sedation meds and the dogs were loaded up, we also did one more look through the house to make sure we didn’t miss anything. When we turned onto highway 62 going north we ran into some light snow on the road, the further north we went the worst the snow got. When we got to a little place called L’Amable just outside of Bancroft we hit a white out blizzard. I could barely see my hubby driving the moving truck a foot in from of me. It got to be very scary driving through there, but we made out and up to Bancroft, that was where we made our first stop. The cats had not fallen asleep yet and the meds seem to take a long time to kick in. We got coffee, tea and food. Then we continued on our journey up highway 28 to get onto highway 118, those roads were both snow covered and very hilly and corners every hill. I thought at one point the car was not going to make it up the hills, the tires would just spin and no matter what gear I put the car into the speedometer needle was up and down, just from the tires spinning.
When we reached highway 35 we stopped to let the dogs out to stretch their legs and do their business. We continued on and as we got between Dorset and Huntsville, the moving truck was starting to misbehave. So we pulled off to the side of the road and I called the company that we rented the truck from, they sent a tech out to look it over and said it would take 60 minutes. One hour and forty minutes later the tech shows up to look over the truck to find it wasn’t leaking fluids, just that the fluids in the truck were very low, so he filled them and we continued on our way.
When we got to Huntsville and stopped for lunch and gas, plus got a couple of jugs of washer fluid since I was driving behind the truck I was using the wipers like crazy. When we got on highway 11 the road was like driving on highway 401 in southern Ontario and it was clear, so we were able to make up some time that we were behind on. Huntsville was a really nice city from what I saw of it. We didn’t do much touristy things. When we got to North Bay we didn’t need to stop as we had lots of gas still. So we kept going on so we could still make up even more time. At this time the cats were out cold and the dogs were napping, plus I ended up having my son in the car with me and he was playing the navigator for me. Highway 11 seem to go on for a very long time and we did eventually stop just before we got to highway 101 for gas and a bathroom break. By this time it was dark out and we couldn’t see a lot of scenery.
It really didn’t take us long to get to Timmins and it was a big city that had everything that we figured a city of its size would have. Too bad we still had another 2 hours of driving before we got to Chapleau though. When we finally arrived to our home in Chapleau we were tired and so happy to have made it there. The drive on highway 101 was very tiring and dull with lots of moose warning signs, which we never came across any along the travels. Our new landlord met us at our new home and let us in, then his two sons helped us unload the big heavy furniture out of the truck. It was very late when we got to bed, but boy were we happy to be home and in our cold comfy beds.
The next day we unloaded the boxes from the truck and started to sort them out and unpack them as well. The following day (Monday before Christmas) we drove the moving truck up to Marathon. the journey from Chapleau to Marathon had a very scenic views of rolling hills and rock faces with cascading frozen ice formations. Lots of evergreens everywhere. Wawa was where all these nice scenes were and a massive lake. The drive on highway 17 was not as pretty or scenic. I got to see where my hubby was staying when he was posted in White River and there really wasn’t much to see in Marathon either.
I am looking forward to exploring the areas more in the spring, since the winters here are cold and snowy. Next week I will be registering my son for his new school and filling out paperwork to start volunteering. Well I think this blog is long enough for one night. Will post more things in the New Year.