They say that you learn things about yourself by writing a blog, and looks like this is absolutely true.
Okay, so I am calm and well organized; the sanest, most steady person you’ll ever meet. You want to have me on your side in a crisis. Or that’s what I thought. By writing this blog I’ve discovered that I am absolutely delusional.
Bonus holiday weekend for those of us who carry two passports! Friday was Canada Day. Yes, I know Canadians aren’t typified as flag-waving, fireworks blasting patriotic like Americans, but in our hearts, we’re absolutely fervent about our homeland. I always wear a maple leaf on July 1st and wish I was home – but I know that the party north of the border is nothing like the party in the lower 48 three days later.
Right, I’m going to wish myself a happy birthday. I don’t think it’s narcissistic, I’m just taking a moment to commemorate the occasion.
This week was absolutely swallowed up by a morass of paperwork surrounding the house purchase. Inspection, shopping for a mortgage, getting a mortgage, cancelling a mortgage (yes, someone we never spoke to, who did not represent us, decided to apply for a mortgage for us. WTF), home insurance, earnest money, negotiations, appraisals. Ugh.
A whirlwind of activity. Maybe not for someone who has a life or kids, but for me, May and the first week of June have been busy!
One of the benefits to G’s heavy travel schedule is points in airline and hotel loyalty programmes. And because he’s basically a really great guy, he blows those points on trips to places that I want to go – like to my favourite city – London – for eight days.
I knew that late April/early May were going to be crazy, and as I anticipated everything on my calendar I’d feel my blood pressure rise. “Embrace the anxiety,” I’d tell myself. “It says you’re alive.” Maybe a little too alive.