It all began with my obligatory mom blog.
The day before Mother’s Day I called my mom after after a few minutes of our usual chit chat… it all came pouring out.
It all started with one simple line which eventually I was able to say on my blog:
I’m not happy
So simple, yet that was all it took for the tears to start falling. This conversation “officially” set my plan in motion. Since that Saturday morning in May I have been packing, saving, plotting and preparing myself for today.
My mom’s comment on my Mother’s Day Post really says it all in a cryptic sort of way.
To my favorite daughter. Can’t wait to have you home. Love you.
(FYI: I cant believe I finally told my mom about my blog… and that she figured out how to leave a comment… oh, and I’m her only daughter, so by “law” I’m the favorite)
So getting back to my point.
There was some delays in getting my SUPER MEGA HUGE NEWS. It was supposed to happen last Wednesday… but there was a snag in the plans.
Phone calls were frantic this week and a lot of stress was had that well, resulted in me needed a very chill night last night.
It’s clearly the grown up thing to do.
After I explained the situation, we discussed, she told me to dry my tears, and go to talk to my boss as planned and we would figure out the rest when she gets back to Canada.
(I seriously think it’s probably cheaper to call a sex hotline than your parents cell phone when they’re out of the country… but I digress)
So I wiped my tears, had my lunch, and walked into my bosses office.
As of next Friday I am officially….
As of next weekend I am officially….
MOVING TO NEW BRUNSWICK
I know what you’re thinking.
OMG that’s CRAZY TALK Becca
Maybe a little.
Okay, maybe a lot.
But I have never been more sure of a decision in my life. Moving to Montreal was the right thing to do at 19. Sure, it was impulsive, a little nuts and not at all like me… but it was right.
I needed to get out, I needed to find out who I was, what I wanted to do with my life, embrace life.
There have been some crazy adventures, some crazy drinking stories and some crazy life changes that have happened, but all of them have made me who I am today.
(excuse me while I hold back my tears here)
But the older I get, the more I crave settling down and honestly… I can’t ever see that happening in Montreal. I need my family, I need my friends and I need to have a lifestyle that is okay with “settling down” instead of looking for the next bigger and better thing like is so common here in the city.
I love the city, and I know I’ll be back to visit. But it’s not home.
So next weekend the Fritz and I pack up and head back east… almost 1000km in a car.. with my cat. Dear Santa, please help me now.
And that my friends is my super huge mega news.
Have I lost my mind? Possibly.
… but maybe not.
I’m pretty sure sticking around is the only way you’ll know the truth. If there is anything I can guarantee you, things are going to get pretttttttty interesting around here.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to get my butt to the gym to relieve some stress… and then possibly meet up with some friends for a little of this.
Any tips on moving long distance with a CAT?!
… I could really use them!