The first week is done and I’m happy to say it hasn’t been as traumatic for us as I feared.

He likes the open concept of the house. It’s much easier for him to navigate when he can easily see most of the space. He hasn’t ventured outside much. It’s colder here than out West and the ground is still soft underfoot. Since his balance is so shaky, I’m okay with him wanting to stay inside. I’ll set up chairs on both the porch and the deck to let him explore from the safety of the house, while still getting some fresh air.

Jim is still asking, “How long are we going to stay here.” but now that our house has sold in BC, he’s remembering we don’t have a place to go back to. Yet, he still falls back on his initial belief that our new house, belongs to my brother and we are just visiting. It is slowly sinking in. At least he’s not panicking at the unfamiliar surroundings anymore. I’m not sure my heart could take it if he was.

His oldest arrives tomorrow to stay with us for a week.

Jim is excited to see them, even though they brought their whole family down to say goodbye to us a week before we left. He usually doesn’t remember their visit unless I mention how they took some of our old furniture. Then he remembers specific parts of their time with us.

He’s completely forgotten our plane trip here, but considering he didn’t always realize he was on a plane, it’s not surprising that he doesn’t recall travelling at all.

One of the biggest saving graces is that the Alexa unit arrived just after we did (I sent it Express-post since I doubted airline security would appreciate the wires and electronics in my luggage). Once I started playing Jim’s Motown playlist on Spotify, Jim calmed down and had been more content. He’ll stand at the window and watch the tide and wildlife while shaking his butt and getting down.

It’s a joy to watch!