Three years ago, at this date, we had just moved in to this apartment. We left Quebec on a Sunday, in our car, with cat McDuff in the back seat in his carriage. Here he is, checking out his new surroundings, but he was in a state of shock the first time.
We arrived in Saint John, some time just before 5PM, we didn’t have any furniture or so because the movers were coming later.
I remember I walked down to the grocery store [thinking about how nice it was that I could take a short walk to the store], to buy some basic stuff, only to find that it had just closed. This is Saint John … on a Sunday everything closes 5PM. My husband went out later and bought some stuff in KFC.
We were dead tired … the whole packing/moving process in itself had been very tiresome … Gerry, in particular had done a tremendous job on emptying the house in which he had lived for almost forty years. Imagine the accumulation of STUFF! Very little I could do there, as it was his stuff, from his working years, book mainly, documents et cetera. He got rid of a lot, but I think a certain accumulation has started again here 🙂 …on both our parts.
We didn’t have a bed (!), so we slept on an inflatable mattress on the floor … all the air went out of it, so in the morning I found myself on the floor. Besides, we’d thrown our old bed away and were going to buy a new one. We went out to SEARS the following day — thinking that would be an easy thing — but it turned out they didn’t have a stock here in Saint John … the bed would have to be ordered from Montreal, and that would take many days! We thought we’d have to go somewhere else, when the sales woman remembered that they did indeed have ONE, but she thought it would be too firm. We tried it out, and have loved it ever since. Every night, when I climb into bed, I think of how happy I am with it! 🙂
BELL couldn’t come and install the TV/Phone/Internet until the 4th, and I had had to really persuade them to come then because the American presidential election was on that date, and I was really anxious to be able to watch that. They arrived in good order, so that night we watched TV, sitting on hard, wooden chairs.
This first time in Saint John, I’ll never forget. I was very happy and excited … about little things, like walking to the store that I mentioned … also that I could talk with all the people and understand [I never learned French while in Quebec]. I walked downtown too … took oodles of pictures with out little P&S camera. Of course I’m still happy, after these three years, but you know how you get accustomed and start taking things for granted. That’s why it’s good to write a blog post like this … to reminisce and to remind myself of how good it is to be here.