Archive for March 2005

one more week without everything

Our move from Vancouver to Aberdeen has not been straightforward. Everything we own is still in transit somewhere in the Atlantic and the arrival date is still three weeks away. While we don’t like to think of ourselves as really into material possessions, there is only so much we can do in an empty apartment (I can’t wait for my sewing machine and the computer to arrive and Cory’s definately missing his bike). These are things you don’t think about, what happens if your moving company ends up screwing you over and your stuff is 4 weeks late arriving? How annoying will those four weeks be?

Of course if it was just the movers, then things’d be under control, but really there’s a ton of stuff that’s proving to be more difficult, and more exhausting, than we’d expected. Moving countries is nothing like moving cities, and there’s lots of battles to be waged before we’ll feel like we’re settled in our jobs and our life. However, we’re tough and I think we both believe that we can make this work – it’s just taking longer than we thought. Nothing’s wrong, but nothing’s right yet either, and listening to Jim Bryson on BBC Scotland last night (how cool is that) made me a wee bit homesick.
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Over to Oban and back

I’ve just got back from a work trip to Oban for meetings, which were very productive, and I’m quite proud of myself for not getting carsick on the way there – the roads were twisty and I was in the back seat. I didn’t see much of Oban itself though; we were busy, the weather was horrid, and there wasn’t enough time.

In fact these same excuses work for our lives right now too. We’re both busy with new jobs that we like, it is March in Scotland, and there just hasn’t been enough time. I think when I imagined this move I pencilled in a lot more time for sightseeing, but we’ve been very busy with the details of living.

You know all those great travel books where a family move to France and spend their time refurbishing an old house and talking with their neighbours? I think there should be big stickers on these books that say “note that authors were not employed in 9-5 jobs”. But we’re not complaining, because the sightseeing will come when we’ve more time and I think we’re both pretty happy to be going to our new jobs each morning.
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The Five Find-Outers

Our flat has two locks on the door, one regular modern lock, and one old-fashioned lock that you can look right through and gets turned by a giant symmetrical key. It feels like something out of Enid Blyton. When we were discussing how we’d lock the flat before bed I blurted out “well you can’t just leave the key in, because otherwise someone could slide a newspaper underneath the door, jiggle the key out of the lock, and pull it under to the other side”. Cory looked at me strangely and said “where’d that come from”. It took me a while to realize where, but it was one of those Five Find-Outers books I read as a little kid. However, my moment of triumph was shortlived, as Cory managed to demonstrate that if you put the key just so (twisting it a bit) it couldn’t be jiggled out, and pointing out that there really wasn’t enough space under the door for the key to come through. A childhood sleuth crushed. Ah well, it’s still pretty cool that I *might* know how to open a locked door here from the other side.
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