Milestones and Such

Well, tomorrow will mark one year since I had my feet on Canadian soil.

I’m not sure how I feel about that. I miss the people…but I can’t say I miss Calgary. Mostly because I hate cowboys and snow. And Calgary is primarily built on cowboys and snow.

And steak. Which I do love. But not enough to endear me to a city full of cowboys and snow.

I miss the West coast of Canada…Vancouver, Victoria and the like. But not in a way that would make me call it ‘homesick’. I feel home wherever I am. I’ve always been able to do that. I’m not sure if it was up and moving across the world when I was a child…then moving across again….then having a fluid series of moves in the teenage/young adult/adult years. Or if it was simply that I was raised to not sweat about the things you can’t change, or that it makes sense not to change.

It’s odd how moving anywhere doesn’t really phase me…but using the wrong coloured highlighter can send me into a downward spiral from which the darkness and overwhelming sense of wrong are immeasurable.

Shut up.

It’s also my baby’s 12th birthday tomorrow. 12 years since the little turkey was sliced out of me and introduced the family into the wonderful world of ‘oh my GOD what has the boy done now’. Boys are like….another species. A complicated, loving, destructive species. I miss his face.

Other things in life?

It’s my internet wife’s birthday today…so go send Biddy some birthday love. She’s lovely. And always listens to me moan about having to do things like use the wrong coloured highlighter on notes and how life has lost all meaning as a direct result. She is also my non-Caucasian twin. I think out brains split at some point. We have also touched in real life and took a trip to California together. SEE?

I'm the pasty one that looks like she crawled out of a cave. And that was definitely California despite looking like a common everyday apartment.

Life in the Glasgow city center continues on. Monkey and I are getting over the death-monkey-flu-plague-virus and also the gym tried to kill me last night. So basically I'm dying. And I'd like some sort of award for living through all that.