*SIGH* Apparently there are set rules when it comes to making an international move. And yes, relocating to Canada counts as an international move. Naturally, I don’t fit with the set rules. I’m not moving a whole house full of…
Category: Starting out
Here I sit, behind the Starbucks at YVR, looking out at a runway on a typical overcast Vancouver morning. Drinking Starbucks only because one of its gift cards has been burning a hole in my pocket. I collect them more…
At least one of you expected a picture of a cat or a dog, no? Yeah, so, moved into my new digs, getting used to its quarks and coolness. Best part, so far, is the deck that runs the length…
Some days, I think that should be the title of this blog. I’m hard pressed lately to think of things that are as they are instead of starting from scratch. Take yesterday, for example. Moved into my new diggs, and…
I think in the “Rain. No Thunder. No Lightning. Just Rain” post I mentioned how it doesn’t snow in Vancouver. It just rains. So imagine my delight this morning when I stepped out of my current dwellings and saw the…
Wrote this on the bus ride home, after wandering around Sears to look at sheets, towels and other stuff I’ll need before getting off a couple stops early to check out Canadian Tire which, by the way, it’s a Loews…
For the second time, I think, I forgot my laptop charger at the office. And I’m feeling lazy so I’m finger typing on the touchscreen instead of using the better wireless keyboard. So this post is an experiment. The interface…
Yes, indeed. I do have pictures. Like this one, of the Robson Square Ice Rink: It’s pretty cool, actually. Despite appearances, it is outside and has this nifty kind of dome over it that changes color with the lights underneath.…
I’m staring at the infamous boxes that finally finished the FexEx #fail gauntlet, and how my temporary dwellings look more like permanent dwellings. Stuff is everywhere, as if I’ve moved in for the long haul already. And I just got…
I’ve arrived safely in #vancouver! Long travel day. Started out in DC at 5am Eastern, and it is almost 3pm Pacific. Whew. It was a little hard passing through O’Hare instead of staying. Mom and I were a little teary…