Missed photo opportunities: 234723987489234 (luckily I had Maggie – she is dumping her memory card onto our computer when she comes over next week)
Tears cried: 234723987489234234723987489234234723987489234
Units of love for Chris and Ella, for putting together the most perfect sendoff: 234723987489234
Units of sadness that Scott & Alex weren’t there: 234723987489234
More units love for Chris for making sure that we got home at 3 a.m. afterwards: 234723987489234
Units of desperation to leave Toronto after riding the all night drunk bus from Dundas West to Bay because we’d stayed out until the subway quit running: 234723987489234
Units of love for Maggie, Danny, Chris, Brett, Andrew, and Andrea, who helped pack / clean / load the truck on Sunday: 234723987489234
Units of love for Danny, for driving our truck the whole way home: immeasurable
Houseplants farmed out to other people: 5
Minutes Hazel slept on the drive home: all but 4
Hours Hazel spent on my back on Sunday while I moved boxes: 4
Minutes at the border: 5
Fingers splitting open from all the box schlepping and scrubbing: 3
Units of sadness felt when Max sang the line “and this life I have is not one I thought I’d find…” and I heard it differently than ever before: immeasurable
And when he accidentally sang the same verse again and started laughing half way through: even worse
Times I had to say a heart-wrenching goodbye to Andrea: three, because I sent her home with so much cleaning supplies / toilet paper / plants that she had to make two trips across the street and back
Times I had to say a heart-wrenching goodbye to Chris: three, because he accidentally made off with my car keys and I had to retrieve them from the Local on our way out of town, which almost killed me – walking in and right back out and not knowing when I’ll go there again
Happiness/sadness felt listening to Mikey play and sing with the Canadians: equal
Happiness/sadness felt listening to Tony & Kristine sing Hazel and I a song about cigarettes & whiskey & wild, wild women: equal
Happiness/sadness felt listening to Chris play the song he always sings to Hazel after he made her cry: equal
Units of amusement that the only lullabye he knows has lines about getting drunk in the shade while his wife irons his shirts: 234723987489234
Tears cried when that song played in the car on the way home: 234723987489234
Number of dogs I could have built out of all the hair that was underneath our bookcases: at least 10
Dead-cockroach-microwaves left behind: 1
Magic erasers needed to clean all the street grime off of our balcony doorframe and windowsills: 2 (I always thought they were pale gray, as they were when we moved in – nope, they should have been white all along)
Units of sadness about leaving behind tiny, hot apartment: just a few for the room where Hazel was born.

But now we are sleeping in the room where Xavier was born, and that is happy too.