Survivor Balfour

Well week one is in the bag and we are all still alive. I don't know if we have adjusted well to the Loeppky way of life or if they have adjusted to the Veters way of life? But what I do know is that all of our worldly possessions have integrated themselves into the nooks and crannies of the Loeppky house as if they were all ways there.
We had a system where the items we needed access to were packed and stored in open areas. So you'd think that we would know where to find things, my new favorite question is 'Where is it?' I have no idea what was put in the boxes or where they even ended up except that there all there and we should be happy about that :)

So far it seems that we all have immunity and can't be eliminated yet. I know who I want to get voted off! Do you?

Gone for Good

Today was the last day we had ownership of our condo. The buyer gets the keys tomorrow and will start her life in the place our family started. When I called our Realtor to make arrangements for key drop off he said to spend some time and not rush out of there. Little did he know that I was already gone, but after I hung up the phone I thought about it and started to get a little misty eyed. There are 4 years of memories in that place, Angela and I started our marriage there, Juliana became part of our family there, many friends and family shared food, wine, and laughter as well as tears and sorrow all in our little wooden box. I never will forget that place and the pivotal roll it played in our life, but all good things must come to an end, and as our Realtor said to me earlier today, 'Time to move on to bigger and better things.'

Juliana's Last Nap

Grandma Loeppky told us we had to take a picture of Juliana's first bedroom. As strange as it is for me to wrap my head around the fact that I'll never sleep here again, Juliana will not have any memory of this place at all. So I snuck in to take a picture of her in her first bedroom during her last nap here. Shhhhhhhhhh

Got Shoes?

Shoes! Shoes! Oh Glorious Shoes!
Angela and I decided to take a picture of all our shoes before we packed them. We are short 4 pairs that have already been packed, other than that they are all here. Total count 51 pairs(including the ones that are packed); 39 for Angela and 12 for me.

Packing

Well here I sit looking upon the emptiness that will soon no longer be our house. It's weird that after Friday I'll never step foot in this place again. Packing is a lot more stressful than I can remember, 'pack this no don't pack it', 'bigger box', 'smaller box', 'more boxes', 'get rid of this', 'try and sell that', we only have a two bedroom condo!

Packing should be like this;
1- Take stuff and put in box.
2- Continue to repeat step one till the entire contents of the house is all in boxes.
3- Place box in van.
4- Repeat step 3 till all the boxes are in the van.

But no, its not like that. First you go out to every liquor and produce store in town, stuff your van with their boxes, and drive home. Then you spend an entire day, or two, packing boxes, upon boxes, upon boxes of stuff till all mental and physical energy is spent. Only to realize that you used up all of the boxes and managed to just get the china cabinet packed. Exaggeration? Maybe, but I think it paints a pretty good picture of what actually happens.

I'm so glad I have Angela, otherwise I would have thrown everything off the balcony and bought it all new in Edmonton. I've moved 13 times in my life and never was it like this. Mind you my Mom and Dad were the ones responsible to make sure that everything was all packed and ready to move. Maybe it always was like this and as a kid I just didn't care? But we are blessed and eternally grateful for all that Angela's family has done for us. We've taken over their garage and Maria's bedroom for a month as a temporary place till the big move. It's been good in that we were able to move things over when we want (borrowing my Dad's trailer has been a big help) as opposed to doing it all in one massive move. Now all we have left here is our beds, toiletries, and a few kitchen items.
Look out Loeppkys, here we come!

To Facebook Or Not To Facebook

In the past week about 3 million people have told us that we have to get on facebook. Angela and I refuse to bend to the will of the masses. So we have decided to start our very own blog. Yes I do realize that all we did was opt for one social media craze over another, the difference is that no one told us we had to blog. Either way we knew we had to give in to something. Many adventures await us in Edmonton, so come follow us on our Great Eastern Migration !!!