I write this post, sitting aboard a big Air Canada Boeing 777, sipping a thick rye, somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean as we make our way to London.
“Yes, London. You know: fish, chips, cup ‘o tea, bad food, worse weather, Mary fuckin’ Poppins… LONDON.”
Yes, not the place in Ontario but the city in England. April and I will be living in London, England for the next 8 to 12 months. I have to admit, we are a bit nervous, being both our first times in the UK and not having a place a live, but with uncertainty comes excitement, a new city and new adventures.
Since leaving Halifax and arriving back in Saskatoon on December 10th, it has been a bit of a whirlwind. Doing software contracting during the days, and in the evenings trying to prepare for our trip, plus visit family and as many friends as possible. But it’s always great to be home, especially during the holidays, and it’s also nice to see the familiar streets of toon-town. This past week has been especially hectic, from getting travel shots to opening a foreign bank account to sending our last minute wedding thank-you’s, there was never a dull moment.
Speaking of never a dull moment, somehow in process of going through security in Toronto and walking over to our gate, our boarding passes vanished. I don’t remember the security lady giving me back our passes, and after returning to security gate, I was told “I’m sorry sir but it is not possible that security person would have kept your boarding passes, please step away.” Note to self, keep your boarding passes in safe pocket at all times. Anyways, April is starting to expect at least some kind of catastrophe when traveling with me with all my previous travel adventures. From accidentally breaking off emergency door latch in Toronto and causing 30 passengers to have to exit the flight to nearly missing a red-eye flight from Seattle to Boston because my movie ran longer than expected, never a dull moment.
Sadly with the move, we had to leave Kitkat at the Hiebert’s. I think most will agree that she is an evil creature, although personally I just think she’s misunderstood. But if you hear of a cat reeking havoc in the neighbors of Saskatoon, it’s probably Kitkat…