A change of scenery.

Well, my mom has been moved to Burnaby General in to the Palliative Care ward where she is under the care of a pain specialist. It was a good move for her, but it is hard for us. The drive is long and parking is expensive, so until she can/will stay by herself, we will have to make some adjustments to our schedules and budgets.

While she isn't at home, the boys and I are living at her house and it comes with cable tv and internet!! It's almost like a vacation! And to add to that, my brother has left me with his car to drive (it costs about a 1/4 the amount of my car in gas) and his MacBook to use. What a treat to have the internet and a computer at my fingertips. Even though things are crazy, it is a great time for me to work at nights and finally get my website up and running. I am so looking forward to the freedom that a business and an income will bring. I have really missed putting money in the bank :)

On an entirely different note, it is weird to sit in my mom's bed, in her room and watch her tv. This is the house I grew up in and I have never spent any length of time in her room. It used to be my parents' room, and then it became just my mom's room. It is also odd to sit and think that sometime soon, this house will be emptied out, it's contents boxed up and the house sold. I'm not sure how I feel about that. Part of me wishes that we could keep it and that the boys and I could reno it and live here, but if my mom was going to stay in the house for more years, it would never cross my mind that this would be somewhere I would want to live again. So, I guess that means I have some sentimental attachment to the house - who knew? I don't think I've ever really been attached to something before. I know we can't keep it, but it will be difficult to drive by here and know it's not where I live anymore. I think I've lived in every room of this house now that I'm sleeping in mom's room. And wow, there are a lot of memories. Like the time my mom lit the kitchen on fire with bacon grease. Or being locked in baby jail (there was a gate across the end of the hallway). Or the many times that I buried parts of my dinner in the big plant that was by the kitchen table. Of course there were also all the times I got my brother in trouble, or the scars on the walls/doors from our fights. It will definitely be hard to let it go.