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Stage Two of the Tour de Nat
08.14.05 (11:41 am)   [edit]
Leaving Houston was almost as difficult as getting there. I've lived in Texas since 1997 and so it was with a heavy heart that I left the comfort of friends, family and familiar surroundings to pursue a new life in the True North. Once again we had to pare down our belongings to those that we really needed to take right away to Canada. Then we had to re-box them and make them secure for shipping by movers who may not handle them with same care that we would. The rest we will have to get on another trip down to Houston, may be in December. I have had sporadic internet access at best and have found that I don't miss it as much as I thought I would. It's weird. I thought not being able to get CNN and ESPN online or Yahoo! news would just about kill me but I've learned to just let it go and relax a bit. I've missed about 7 days of friend's pages and I'm okay with that too. Y'all try not to be so chatty, okay?

Wednesday was the big day and I found that I didn't cry a single tear. It's not that I tried to cry or anything. I just never thought about it, even when my dearest Aunt broke down and cried for us. I never thought that may be I should be a bit more broken up about moving away. I just had my mind on the task ahead - get to airport check in counter, check in excess baggage, get boarding pass, find terminal, buy food and book to read on flight to Toronto, make sure my brother doesn't get food stuck in his beard, get through flight without air-sickness, de-board plane, flirt with cute immigration and customs officer, call relatives for pick up and find clean washroom. In Canada the restroom is called the washroom. Took me a little while to get that in my head but you know the folks here are so accomodating and friendly they don't correct you when you say restroom (unlike some chick I met at the airport in Atlanta about 9 years ago who asked me if I was going to take a bath in the toilet when I asked where the bathroom was). So far I've only bumped into courteous and friendly folks except for this guy on the plane who stepped over me in the airplane aisle so he could exit the plane before us. I'd just bent over to pick up a sweater that fell and he couldn't wait. He said something to the effect of "Step aside". I guess he had a connecting flight to catch. Sheesh. Anyway, I'm pretty sure he wasn't Canadian.

We rented a van for the trip up to Northern Ontario and it wasn't until I was watching the "Black Beauty" DVD from the backseat of the van while keeping my eye on the beautiful Ontario landscape that I began to cry. I cried quietly to myself and tried to convince myself that I was only upset because Joe had to sell Black Beauty and Ginger to some horrible people. Truth was, I was having a delayed reaction to yesterday's events. Yesterday, I had been too tired and focused to cry. No one saw me cry and I was pretty proud of that fact. My brother is depending on me to stay positive and strong. This is not the time to fall apart. We've only just begun our Northern Exposure. There will be plenty of time to cry when it's 20 degrees below freezing and the snow is chest-high. Right now, all we can see is beautiful and green and bright.

Right now we're apartment hunting. It's hard finding something in the middle of the month but we're keeping our heads high and praying for the best. Money is kind of tight but I've got a job lined up and Bud should find employment soon. As Mally would say, LET'S NOT GIVE UP HOPE.
 


posted by: Joolie (reply)
post date: 08.15.05 (12:49 am)

Just think of it as Stage 1 of your Canadian Adventure! Save me a Mountie lol! Joolie xxxx



posted by: jennjr (reply)
post date: 08.15.05 (12:51 pm)

Oh, Good luck. I hope you find something great soon!



posted by: dustyjumpwings (reply)
post date: 08.21.05 (6:01 pm)

LET'S NOT GIVE UP HOPE!!!

And dude, I *always* cry about Black Beauty and Ginger! I actually never saw the movie, the whole thing anyway, but the book used to be one of my favorites. Poor Ginger! :o/

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