Life is like a book...

"Life is like a box of chocolates." That simple phrase has become among one of the most quoted lines from a movie. (For those who may not know which movie that is, it's Forest Gump)

Though it is a neat metaphor for never knowing what life will hand you, just like a variety box of chocolates, I'd prefer to think of life as a book. Your life comprising of a series of chapters that becomes your "book" and as with any real book, there are wonderful chapters and sad chapters and so-so chapters and adventurous chapters but each one builds on the other thus compiling what you know as your life.

We are in the process of ending one chapter and starting a new one. At the end of this month, we will be moving. This is not news to you...we've been talking about it for months. For me particularly, I don't process the idea until it is actually happening. I know that I'm moving and finishing up at my jobs and my class is now complete and there are a lot of loose ends that are being tied up so it is now becoming a reality for me that I will have a new home and a new chapter in my book. It really hit me this past weekend when we were up that way to visit and hang out with family and also venture to the city we will very soon call home to find a place to live. We were hanging out with some folks who in a very short amount of time have come to think that we're pretty neat and that always makes you feel welcome when there's people around who like you! Even the last couple of days, Jeff has pointed out several times when he'd have been able to come home for the night or evening; just the way his loads were running or not running would have given him that flexibility if we had been living in Fredericton. Not too much longer now!

Not to mention that we are super stoked about the place we found to rent! For a change, it's not an apartment in a multi-unit complex but rather a very cute, turn of the century style red brick mill house. There are only 2 units per building (technically they're duplexes, though they are not ugly like the vast majority of the duplexes that come to mind in the Maritimes). The area in which we will be living, Marysville (suburb of Fredericton, NB), had a cotton mill and all around is a large neighborhood of the houses where the workers would have lived. I'm most excited about having a small deck to put a BBQ grill on and washer/dryer hook-ups in the basement so I won't have to use the coin operated ones anymore. No more lost money down the machine's hungry gullet. I know...they seem like silly things to be excited about but I am. Once we get moved, we'll post some pics of the new place so y'all can "see" it too.