And we’re on our way

We’re on our way to relocating to Smalltown, Ontario.  The moving truck is booked, boxes are slowly being packed and the stuff we don’t need is being re-homed.  In short, all preparations are underway for moving.

And we couldn’t be more excited.

Even six year old Mr. Sensitive is thrilled about the move to a larger place, with a real back yard.  He’s been watching Disney’s Toy Story and is excited about boxing up his toys.  Buzz and Woody are along for the ride.

There are some details to iron out, but we just secured a house, so the hardest part is done.

Most folks are happy for us, and understand the many reasons for moving.  Things like prestigious jobs don’t matter too much when the demands of caring for young children with special needs mean that you miss work, a lot.  Or trying to ‘do it all’ means you miss life.  And everyone is happier when the work-life balance tips toward life.

Don’t even get me started on the traffic that chokes our city, making a 20 minute drive drag on for TWO HOURS.  And the recent shootings in my area are coming closer to home.  Never mind the changes that are sweeping my area.  Drug deals our lobby, prostitutes on our street corners, and neighbours sporting visible racist tattoos.  We no longer feel safe here.

But the bottom line is that we are a family with special needs.

And our special needs are very serious.  Mr. Sensitive just turned six.  Mr. Sensitive has, among other things, Duchenne Muscular Dystrophy.  This means he will eventually lose the ability to walk and lose control of his muscles as the protein cells in his body are replaced with fat cells.

We have about six more years of walking.  Four to six more years of being able to do stairs.  And then we will need a wheelchair accessible home.  And honestly, a large ranch bungalow with wide hallways is easier to find in Smalltown, Ontario.

And, as you may have found out, an apartment on the 16th floor of a large urban building is not wheel chair accessible.  Especially during a two month long strike by elevator technicians.

So we’re moving into a spacious Victorian home – for now.  We know we’ll be moving again in a few years as our needs change.

But we’re on our way.

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About Angela

Super-powered, Special Ed teacher and special needs mama to FOUR (!) children with an assortment of special needs; including Duchenne Muscular Dystrophy and Prader Willi Syndrome. Our family features a heavy dose of good ol' ADHD). I blog about our halfpastnormal life.
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6 Responses to And we’re on our way

  1. funnygurl2 says:

    Congratulations! So happy for you! I have been anticipating your move through your posts for a while now. Is that pic of your new house? One flight of stairs will probably be much more manageable for a lot longer than 16 flights would be!

  2. Jennifer Butler Basile says:

    I’m behind the times a bit – but best of luck in your moving adventure! I hope it makes the scales tip toward life in a most pleasant way.

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