Exactly one year and one day ago I finished packing my stuff in my apartment in Winnipeg, a final cleanup which took three times as long as I’d have expected, said goodbye to Amy (a neighbour, and the only real friend I made in Winnipeg), then packed up and headed to the hotel around 2am. As it turns out, that was a waste of money since I didn’t sleep a wink for fear of missing my 7:15am flight.
One year ago today I arrived in Calgary at 10:30am, the moving truck only a couple hours behind me.
A year later, as I look back, what a great year! Lori, I love ya more then any stupid blog post can describe and it’s been the best year of my life.