It’s hard to believe that we have been living in Fredericton for nearly two months already. The move went really smoothly. We were also very fortunate in how quickly we were able to sell our house, the fact that we were able to find a house we liked here to buy, and that I had a job lined up. Nothing came up on either of the closing inspections (our new house here or our old house there), nothing was broken during the move, and the fact that a Brookfield move includes sending people to unpack boxes for us forced us to find homes for all of our stuff in a speedy fashion. Honestly, moving is annoying, but if you have to do it, military moves are the way to go.
Over the past couple of months, we have been settling in – exploring the neighbourhoods, learning the streets, making our new house our new home. And it is becoming home to me now. I don’t think about the old house very much now, although I do think of my family, friends, and neighbours back in Halifax. But I love my new kitchen which is nice and spacious and bright. I love our rec room in a basement that does not feel like a basement. I love my bedroom with the window that looks out onto a bunch of trees. Neal and his dad built a shed in our backyard, and when the roofers come to replace the shingles on our house roof (possibly tomorrow, weather-permitting), they are going to put the shingles on the shed as well, which should allow us to move some stuff out of the garage.
Neal has been adjusting to being a student again, and adjusting as well to the fact that all of his courses this semester are online. That may sound like it should be easier, but it’s really not. Instead of attending class, he has other things he needs to do which take up a lot of time, not to mention the many assignments he needs to work on. We are often in the office together in the evening after Claire goes to bed, but lately I am often in bed and sound asleep before he even comes upstairs (though, to be fair, I tend to be one of those people who falls into a dead sleep the second I turn out my light)
Claire is also adjusting well to her new daycare. She still misses her old one a lot, as well as the friends she had there, but she seems to like this one as well. We have also registered her for big school for next year!
Unfortunately, my anxiety reared its ugly head again in a big way. The thing about anxiety is that it likes to manifest itself in myriad different ways so you don’t know if it’s anxiety or something else. I have a history of Grave’s disease (hyperactive thyroid) from after I had Claire, which went into remission. Not long after moving in here, I started noticing a weird feeling in my throat; it essentially felt like a lump in my throat and my ability to swallow sometimes felt constricted. Long-story-short, I managed to find the best family doctor who got me in for some tests rather quickly, and it turns out it was not my thyroid at all (which is perfectly normal right now), but rather it was my anxiety causing my stomach to produce extra acid, which then rose in my esophagus, irritating that and my vocal chords. So now I’m on Tecta for a (hopefully) short period of time, which reduces stomach acid, and I’m also back on my low-dose Effexor to deal with my anxiety. Maybe I’ll go off Effexor again someday, or maybe I’ll just stay on it forever. I’m not thinking about that now; I’m just thankful that that awful feeling has mostly gone away.
And in other news, I am no longer a legal assistant doing labour, family law, and litigation. As of this week, I am returning to my roots, joining the foreclosure team at the same law firm. They had an opening for a bilingual foreclosure paralegal, and given my experience, they offered me the position.
And yes, you read that correctly – bilingual. I’m the only one, so any mortgagors who need to speak to someone in French will come to me, and I’ll deal with any files that require other correspondence in French, though I will also have other files that are in English. So I’m brushing up on my French again – I have been studying my Bescherelle for conjugation and I have been carrying around my French-English dictionary. It’s coming back to me, and as I really begin working in this area, I know it will come back even faster.
So that’s basically our life these days. Settling in, getting to know the city, and resuming a relatively normal routine.