Part 1. The journey begins!
I've returned!
With a lot to update, I suppose.
In the order that the events(probably)occurred, here's some stuff that happened.
I moved out of Earl and Darnell's place after a four month stint there. It was one of the nicest times I had ever had, and parting was tough. Especially with the text Earl sent me the night after I'd moved my last bit of furniture out of the house. I wont repost it here, but man did it make me all warm and nice inside. What a great couple of people, they are. Zach lives there now, and hopefully he'll be able to entertain Sophie as much as I did when it was just me and her in the house.
I got all of my stuff out literally an hour before I had to work and was dressed and ready to go by five. I got into work and ended up walking out around ten-ish and went home and tried to force myself to sleep as I had a pretty sweet fuckin' flight the next morning at 6 am. My final voyage to Canada was at hand.
My dad woke me up, and we drove to the airport around 5 because the TSA recommends a long-ass time before international flights because APPARENTLY a lot of people want to blow up Canada, and APPARENTLY I'm on some watch list of the Department of Homeland Security.
They sent me a letter.
It's framed.
Anyway, I took my commercial airliner to Chicago/O'Hare international(I was very upset to see that not a single person resembled Mitch) and waited about an hour before boarding onto some little two-seats-per-row-one-engine-fails-and-we're-all-dead plane that I had to literally walk out onto the tarmac before climbing a set of stairs to get onto. I boarded, got my ginger ale and passed out for the two hours to Canada.
I finally arrived in Winnipeg around noon and was, once again, pulled aside by customs to sit in a waiting room for about 45 minutes while someone with a stern face and a bullet-proof vest asked me "How long are you here, sir?" and "Who are you meeting?" and other questions that were so inane and really NOT worth the wait for a piece of paper giving me four days to get the fuck out of Canada with reasons like "Visiting girlfriend, will drive down. Is not allowed to work."
I met up with Nikki at the gate who forgot to pay her ticket for parking just like she did last time, and I stood out in -25 degree weather and froze off most of my important parts while she stood at a machine and cursed in her cute, Canadian ways. We got back in her car while I absolutely freaked out at every bit of snow that I saw and then got mega-excited when I was actually allowed to play in it. I love snow.
We packed her car and had a Christmas dinner that night with her family, and the next morning bid them a very tearful adieu at around five a.m. before setting off on the longest car ride of my life.
I'm tired and it's late and I have work tomorrow, so I'll put up the rest then. I promise.
With a lot to update, I suppose.
In the order that the events(probably)occurred, here's some stuff that happened.
I moved out of Earl and Darnell's place after a four month stint there. It was one of the nicest times I had ever had, and parting was tough. Especially with the text Earl sent me the night after I'd moved my last bit of furniture out of the house. I wont repost it here, but man did it make me all warm and nice inside. What a great couple of people, they are. Zach lives there now, and hopefully he'll be able to entertain Sophie as much as I did when it was just me and her in the house.
I got all of my stuff out literally an hour before I had to work and was dressed and ready to go by five. I got into work and ended up walking out around ten-ish and went home and tried to force myself to sleep as I had a pretty sweet fuckin' flight the next morning at 6 am. My final voyage to Canada was at hand.
My dad woke me up, and we drove to the airport around 5 because the TSA recommends a long-ass time before international flights because APPARENTLY a lot of people want to blow up Canada, and APPARENTLY I'm on some watch list of the Department of Homeland Security.
They sent me a letter.
It's framed.
Anyway, I took my commercial airliner to Chicago/O'Hare international(I was very upset to see that not a single person resembled Mitch) and waited about an hour before boarding onto some little two-seats-per-row-one-engine-fails-and-we're-all-dead plane that I had to literally walk out onto the tarmac before climbing a set of stairs to get onto. I boarded, got my ginger ale and passed out for the two hours to Canada.
I finally arrived in Winnipeg around noon and was, once again, pulled aside by customs to sit in a waiting room for about 45 minutes while someone with a stern face and a bullet-proof vest asked me "How long are you here, sir?" and "Who are you meeting?" and other questions that were so inane and really NOT worth the wait for a piece of paper giving me four days to get the fuck out of Canada with reasons like "Visiting girlfriend, will drive down. Is not allowed to work."
I met up with Nikki at the gate who forgot to pay her ticket for parking just like she did last time, and I stood out in -25 degree weather and froze off most of my important parts while she stood at a machine and cursed in her cute, Canadian ways. We got back in her car while I absolutely freaked out at every bit of snow that I saw and then got mega-excited when I was actually allowed to play in it. I love snow.
We packed her car and had a Christmas dinner that night with her family, and the next morning bid them a very tearful adieu at around five a.m. before setting off on the longest car ride of my life.
I'm tired and it's late and I have work tomorrow, so I'll put up the rest then. I promise.