It is high time to write about our recent experience, moving from Maryland to San Rafael, California. I am still panting and opening boxes and feeling tired from the move, but I want to start sharing our adventures. And you’ll have to excuse this collective message. Just remember that I was thinking of YOU when I wrote it!
Before getting started, I want to thank the friends who drove us to the airport, sent us cards and flowers and above all, chocolate!
From DAY 1 – Valerie and Creg went to Potomac to stay with us a week ahead of the movers sometime in May (who remembers when? It doesn’t matter. I no longer care. It is in a past that we have left behind.) They helped us organize everything. They also looked after our belongings and showed the movers what to pack. The following day the movers loaded the truck, and again V and C supervised the procedure. Guido and I are quite limited, but with their aid it all went smoothly. We even decided to “move” our car to have transportation as soon as we got here.
At the airport we asked for a wheelchair (for me, obviously), and that turned out to be a great move. We were whisked to the front of the security line, and since the other three were family members, they could come with me. The plane was delayed due to thunderstorms, but I didn’t care much, as I was on my way to the “promised land.”
We arrived on the 22nd of May 2013, and started our new life in our new home (actually old, as it dates from 1910!) Some of the rooms have slanting roofs, and all of us have been “baptized” so far. It is not easy to see where the ceiling starts “falling” and our heads have had to let us know…
Even though the movers unpacked a lot (they had to because they were late, and it was much better than having to do it by ourselves – good came from failure on the movers’ part to arrive when they had told us they would) we still have boxes everywhere, and some had been mislabeled, so we are still wondering where some things are. Although it is a bit inconvenient, we have to be patient (something I am not!)
V and C have been doing most everything, since G and I are still somewhat incapacitated. But they both work, and even though they live here, just below us, they can only do it mostly in the evenings (in addition to cooking) and weekends. They have earned their place in Paradise, no doubt! Rosana has also come to help, but she lives in SF, and it is harder for her to get here.
What impressed us was all the things V and C were able to build or assemble – furniture, electrical work, installing shower heads, setting up the computers and internet connection, Guido’s music room set up, my desk built, in addition to so many other tasks, and others to be done.
I was very happy and touched when Creg told us that a friend was wondering if he and V would be comfortable dining with us almost every day. This led C to realize how much it meant to them to have dinner at the table, enjoying the food, feeling comfortable, and allowing us all to chat and get to know one another better. Yes- they not only cook for us but do it here and join us! At one point, when V was still not here, C told us (asked?) he’d like to marry V. We agreed, as we felt he wanted our opinion. They have become officially engaged and will get married sometime, maybe in October!
So far, we love it all. The house is smaller than what we had, but has lots of useful and “antique” features; the weather could not be better – the bluest of skies and temperatures from the low 60s to the high 80s, but since there is hardly any humidity we don’t feel the heat; the back yard is truly spectacular. Some of the people who have seen it are in awe. Even if I posted photos they would not do justice to it. We have all kinds of flowers and trees and fruit (so far, plums and raspberries and lemons) and who knows what else. Time will tell…
We have become true Californians. We got our car registered yesterday, and we already have the new license plates! And as C and V take us on tours, we appreciate the beauty of this area – the Bay with the ferries alongside the coast (I want to take a ferry ride soon), the lamp posts with garlands of flowers, the mountains in the background… The first night here we had takeout dinner – from Sol Foods, a Puerto Rican restaurant. The second takeout was from Pizza Orgasmica. Then we knew we were truly in California! And it is fascinating that there are so many different countries represented, not just Mexican, as many people think. There are stores and restaurants from all over – French, Chinese, Italian, Puerto Rican, Peruvian, Spanish, among others. Just for you to get the idea.
Our goal now is to find a good doctor. We had an interview with one who belongs to MDVIP, and our former pcp had already talked to him. He is close by – we could almost walk to his practice! He seems OK. We can start and see if he is the right one. I am already feeling much better because it is easier here to be outdoors, in our own back yard (the Park, as we call it) or around town. One neighbor has already invited us to a party she is having on the fourth of July, and friends of Rosana and Rafael have invited us to a party at their place next Saturday. And I must make it! And we must be able to have a party here soon too – if we can find some items (such as the good knives) that have mysteriously disappeared!
Still, we may have some visitors. My cousin’s son is thinking of coming here from Buenos Aires to celebrate his son’s 10th birthday in December. Who will be next? Although the studio apartment is now being used as a basement, where everything we don’t know where to put is dumped, there are guest rooms available. And we can use more hands to help us with the boxes! 😉