Ian and I haven’t blogged on here for almost a full year. Sorry about that. I guess life’s been keeping us busy. We’ll try to update with a year-end summary (though, here are some pics in case we fail at that).
But until that happens, you should all know that two days ago marked an important anniversary for us. That’s right…on November 22, 2010, we began our new life in Iqaluit and I honestly don’t think that either of us knew what was in store for us, or if we’d make it to see two years here.
I’m proud to say that we have. We’re going into our third winter, about to celebrate our third Christmas in the arctic. Despite some bumps along the way, we’ve truly prospered personally up here. It’s been an amazing journey in an amazing place and I don’t think we’d hesitate to do it again.
We’re also now considered to be some of the old-timers up here these days. Only in Iqaluit, huh?
Skiers on Frobisher Bay, February 25, 2012
Department of Environment IQ Day – Snowmobiling and Ice Fishing northwest of Iqaluit, April 2012
Kobo Town on stage at Alianait Arts Festival, July 2012
Just a typical Iqaluit going away bonfire, July 2012
Suzanne showing off the immense pieces of ice on the tidal flats of Koojesse Inlet, August 2012
The Prince of Monaco visiting the Iqaluit Community Greenhouse, September 2012
So we’re a little over a week into packing and I’ve hit the wall regarding what to do next. We’re in an interesting conundrum where we want to pack the stuff we’re taking up with us initially, but we don’t want to pack the things that will be shipped up because if we leave that in the hands of the movers, it’s insured by them. I’ve been stuck in the Basement of Doom sorting, chucking and packing for the past 7 days. I was granted a day of release for our anniversary Sunday but for the most part that was my world. The children tried their best to help out in their own special way but that only resulted in the eating of and playing in boxes. I swear… I don’t know what Jemaine’s fascination with eating tape is but that’s apparently his thing. They do help break up the monotony though. I find it amusing how they don’t care about anything down there until I go and start working. Then it’s the bee’s knees.
Anyway, at the top of the week the basement looked like a bomb hit it. I was in my own personal 20′ x 10′ post apocalyptic wasteland. I evaded booby traps, solved riddles, slayed some beasts and eventually got the basement sorted…
Not everything is as it seems...
I know. It doesn’t look like anything has been done, but wait! Through the magic wonders of Photoshop I shall reveal to you how much was actually done…
We're actually not keeping much.
Behold. Everything that isn’t highlighted is either getting sold, tossed or given away leaving us with not much to fuss over. Even the stuff that’s highlighted has be to sub sorted into what we’re bringing (be it shipping or taking on the plane) so in the end I think we’re in good shape so far. Mind you it’s just the basement junk. The bedroom, kitchen, living room and storage room is another story and brings me back to my initial quandary. I may dip into the kitchen today and arrange a care package of cookware, utensils and dishes for our initial journey up and let the movers do the rest. Maybe I’ll start sorting my tools in the storage room as well.
Bah… too much to ponder. I’ll play it by ear for today. I need the boss to make some final decisions on a lot of stuff so we can move forward with some more packing. Maybe I’ll start cooking up our supply list. Lord knows we’re gonna need it…