Alien Arrival

I spent all of yesterday packing all of my clothing, shoes, jewelry and essentially, my life into three suit cases. All so that I could make a huge change in my life; moving across the country to follow a dream I had since I was the tender age of innocence. It was a very difficult decision to make; move my entire life to the unknown to do something that I wanted to do. I'm already a pretty accomplished young woman, but that isn't good enough for me.

No bags were overweight, but I left with one hell of a heavy heart. I felt like I weighed an extra one hundred pounds going through security this morning in Deer Lake, Newfoundland. It was hard to make the effort to get myself to my gate, onto the plane, and into my seat. I'm so excited to leave this old life behind but there are so many things I'd like to bring with me.

I never thought I would be doing this. It seems so uncalculated and alien to me. I keep catching myself thinking... What the fuck am I doing? I'm leaving such a cozy life.

Whether I'll be infatuated with Vancouver, well, that is to be determined. I am a firm believer that although I've never lived in a big city, I'm a big city kind of gal. So hopefully this will go as planned, and I will love it.

Jenn/Ginge/Frotch/Baboon/Babs, holy shit. I'm going to miss you like crazy. We already said our mushy things but here it is, on this blog forever, my undying love for you. Keep being the rock-star that you are, don't change a thing about you, you're a boss, my little monkey, and I'm going to miss the chilly basement.

Skanes, grow up. Get on that plan to use your air miles and come out to make me some seafood chowder while you're at it, AND some more of that brie, AND bring a vat of that home made vinaigrette. You're a bro, and I appreciate all the kind words you've said to me over the past few days, ensuring me that this is a good idea.

Higdon, my man, my big brother: I don't really know what else to say but that I miss you, and I want your god damn milkshakes. No, that is not a sexual innuendo, this guy makes the best milkshakes ever.

Taylor, my giggly monster, I'm going to miss the laughing fits that we had together and all the things we find funny. The love of humor that we share is something rare,  and I miss feeding off of each others' energies to keep the good times rollin'.

Mudder, Step-Dave, my sisters, and everyone else: I love you, thank you for everything, and I appreciate the support from everyone.

Alright, I'm going to be sobbing up a storm in the middle of Toronto Pearson Airport if I don't stop writing this. Peace out, I'll see you all on the flip side.

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