Moving mountains, never mind they are just boxes

Well, it’s been another 7 months, so guess what time it is? Yes, that’s right – it’s moving time. Joe and I are moving to our own place. Again. A decision that has not come lightly and I am both loving and hating it the same time.

I hate it because…

Packing. I hate packing. I absolutely despise labeling and putting stuff in boxes, and making lists, and throwing stuff out and deciding what to throw out and what to keep. I don’t like packing, and organizing, and EVERYTHING ABOUT PACKING.

The actual moving is HORRIBLE. Something always goes wrong, something is always forgotten, and someone usually gets upset at least once. It is always a long day, and it’s always so tired, and after things are moved into the house, it takes days, weeks, months to unpack every single box…and sometimes things never get unpacked.

Although it is time for Joe and me to move out, I am going to miss living with Hanna, Josh, and Justin. They are good people and are awesome for letting Joe and I have a landing spot for a while. So that does go on the hate list.

AH! I'M SURROUNDED!

AH! I’M SURROUNDED!

Things I love about moving?

I have missed being able to be financially responsible enough to be able to afford to move out again and being able to have a home again. I am not saying that our current house is not a home, but that’s the thing, it is a home. It just isn’t my home. Our home. This is going to be a home for just Joe and me and that is something that we have waited so long to have again. I can’t wait to have all our kitchen stuff in the places that we want it, to be able to move furniture at 2 o’clock in the morning and not disturb people (yes I do that).

I miss being able to walk around not fully clothed. I, like Jacqui, do not like pants, so they are generally the first thing that comes off when I get home. But you cannot just take your pants off when you walk into a house that has 3 other people living in it…it would get VERY awkward.

Overall I hate the process, but as someone who has moved A LOT this is going to be the last time for a while…or so I hope. Wish us luck – I’m going to go pack another box.

~ Andreah

My black and white romance

I am sorry, lovers of The Notebook, The Vow and any other romantic movie that has come out of late and was once a novel, but nothing beats a classic. Gone with the Wind, Casablanca, Breakfast at Tiffany’s, Roman Holiday, Some Like It Hot…the list could go on!

It could be the unfurling of an intense love affair, or the turmoil and drama that each character was written to work through. It could be the epic lines that make me swoon and go weak in the knees, or it may just be the monochromatic colour scheme – either way they are drool-worthy.

Today when you walk into most home décor stores you are bombarded with mass-produced wall art of Audrey Hepburn and lines that were pulled from interviews that women idealize. There is also the new telling of the late great Elizabeth Taylor’s life – it seems to me that the leading ladies are who everyone remembers. From their perfectly placed hair, to their healthy and natural curves, we place them on a pedestal. I, however, play over and over Humphrey Bogart’s intense stare into Ingrid Bergman’s eyes as he delivers his infamous line…

That is enough to make your foot pop! The leading men is who we fantasize about.

There is a rumour going around that chivalry is dead – but we need to update our fairy tale! In the days of black and white, men and women’s roles were exactly that – black and white! The woman was docile, timid, and picture-perfect and the man was rugged, manly, strong and always the dominant one.

Now to bring you into this decade … These past couple of weeks have been pretty insane, my hours at work have gone up and my hours with Cody have gone down. I am finding it pretty hard to balance all aspects of my life, family, fitness, friends –  but I would be lost if I didn’t have Cody. He is running our house, cleaning the kitchen, taking care of the dogs, making dinner, and making sure I am staying sane. He tells me constantly that he is proud of me, and thanks me for taking on the extra hours to help with saving for our wedding and preparing for the many repairs and updates our house needs this coming spring.

He is my Humphrey Bogart – every time I come home from a long day at work and I find the kitchen clean and the smell of dinner on, I want to jump his bones! It means more than any diamond or present, it’s better than flowers, and it is the biggest way he can show me that he loves me.

Cody is a general labourer, so he is on his feet for his entire shift, it’s hard on his body and it can be even harder on our relationship if he has had a bad day at work. Being together 7 years, you pick up on each other’s cues and signs that a day has been bad. I couldn’t tell you what my particular cues are, but Cody’s are very apparent to me. However even after a hard day at work, he still finds a way to tell me that he loves me. This is my black and white romance.

We are not the perfect couple – in no way. We argue – we are both very stubborn – extremely stubborn. I am right when I am right and he is right when he is right. We have our dark times, but it’s the bright moments that matter. It’s those times that still give me butterflies when he grabs my hand in a crowd, or pulls me in unexpectedly to lay a wet one on me.  My black and white romance is full of colour, thanks to my leading man!

~ Jacqui (a.k.a. Soon-to-be Mrs. Wright)