For too many reasons to get into, my husband and I decided to move from Orlando, FL back to our hometown of Winnipeg, MB Canada.
Leaving my job was very bittersweet and leaving the weather was obviously hard. I have some very special people that I’m going to miss seeing, but all in all I think this is going to be a positive move for us.
Things that make me happy this week:
-Canadian Geese following us home as we drive North.
-Having family and friends impatiently awaiting your arrival
-Finding a stow-away lizard in my car and having a new pet.
-Finally having a good cup of tea….it just tastes better here.
-Hearing this song on the radio…
Here I am on a Sunday morning, wide awake by 5:30AM. There was a time when I openly said, “The only time you’ll see me up at 5AM is to get on a plane to a tropical destination” For the last four years it has been quite the opposite.
I live in a tropical destination and I wake every morning at 5 to go to work for a Floral Wholesale company. In about one month everything is going to change. It hasn’t really sunk in yet but the thought of it is occupying my every minute.
We’ve lived in Florida for about eight years now and decided that its time to go home to Canada for a while. It’s really hard to feel happy and sad about something all at the same time, but its how I feel. Confused? Maybe?
So here it is….The beginning of something new. We’re going back to a familiar place as two completely different people, so I would imagine that its going to be a completely different experience….or at least, I hope it will.
Saturday: Wedding set up, free drinks, more drinks on Park Ave, (and here’s the mistake) more drinks at home.
Sunday 7:00 AM: Voy’s alarm goes off for work.
I stumble out of bed to hit the snooze and realize that I need Asprin and H20. I grab the Asprin from the bathroom and go into the kitchen for a glass of water. The only light turned on at this point is the bathroom light that spills into the hallway. On my way back to the bedroom is see something on the ceiling.
I love bugs, but seriously, I almost shit myself.
I screamed and my husband yelled from the bedroom, “Are you ok babe?!!”
“THERE”S A HUGE SPIDER IN HERE!!!”
“well come back into the bedroom!”
I moved forward to run past and the spider actually jutted forward as if to jump at me.
He peeked out the bedroom door and just said: “WOAH”
My husband is more afraid of spiders than most men and he still came to my rescue! He did go out the back door though and came around to the kitchen from the outside. Haha!
In the end we trapped it in a Tupperware container and set it free outside.
Hungover, sweating, scared to death on a Sunday morning. Yeesh.
Me: “Those guys are always there! And they look at me like I’M the one that’s interrupting them!”
Him: “Every time you leave we forget what we were talking about and just talk about how pretty you are.”