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tour·ist: a person who is traveling or visiting a place for pleasure.
“We live in a wonderful world that is full of beauty, charm and adventure. There is no end to the adventures we can have if only we seek them with our eyes open.” - Jawaharlal Nehru

Wednesday, December 26, 2012

A quick note before I get back to travel-blogging



Julia's cat, Rocky
It is now Boxing Day 2012, and I have not yet finished my posts from
Europe. This makes me just a little anxious, because the longer it takes me the more likely I am to forget things like how much the washers in Europe disliked us! And how painful it was to be constantly walking upstairs or downstairs for two weeks straight! Or how wonderful the real David was, and how completely fortunate we were to actually get in to see it. Or how important it is to scroll to the bottom of web pages when you are trying to plan day trips in Paris. Really, the list of little things that I could forget is almost endless.

And so, expect to see quite a few adjustments in the next week or so. I am working, but it is also the holiday season, and so I have quite a bit of time free to catch up on the fall. There is also a large possibility that I will get even further behind, since I'm not exactly sitting still over the holidays.

On Saturday, December 22nd, I went and saw a little bungalow in Regina for the second time, and put an offer in on it. I am very excited about this, as you can imagine. And perhaps I should mention that this fall, I made the decision to make my move to Regina permanent (for now). This has been a fairly big deal for me, having actively planned to never "live" anywhere but Ontario. At any rate, now I'm trying to buy a house. Fingers crossed that someone will agree to give me a mortgage.

On the 23rd of December, I flew to Toronto, arriving at midnight. I crashed at my sister's condo - both to get some sleep before tackling the 3-hour drive to Bancroft, and also to check in on Julia's cat, Rocky. Rocky was fine, as expected, but was VERY happy to see me. He cuddled
 right in, purring beside me, and I got very little sleep, in the end. It turns out that Rocky and I sleep on the same side of the bed.