trapped, well, kinda

So, I write this from lovely London.

What? you ask...."I thought she was coming back on the weekend" you think to yourself.....

Well yes, as did I. However, the standby Gods had other ideas and I am indeed still stuck here. I went 2 days in a row, and nothing. This doesn't mean I'm only trying to get into Montreal, oh no, I'm trying to get into Eastern Canada!

And tonight, 30 cms of snow for London expected.

OH MY GOD!!!!!

Yeah.

Sooooo....

I will re-add the Brit to my good things about 2009....momentary loss of mine, aka I was a bit pissed off. Things with him have been good for the most part, but he's male, and essentially took a bit to think and then came back to me with a "it's my fault, I know....you don't have to say". A man who admits when he's in the wrong is in my view, a good thing. Neither of us is the best communicator, but as we have discussed, we're learning. Both of us. We'll see how this lasts when we can call each other less.....yikes....it's nice to pick up the mobile and say "what do you want to do at weekend?".

It's almost like the country doesn't want me to return. As much as I'd love to stay here, I haven't gotten that visa, I have a job, I have a house, and my pets....

I lost a hammie while I've been gone. I'm very sad. Very.

I've had a wonderful time. I love it here. I do never want to leave, and if nothing else, I swear I will live over here by the middle of the year, latest. Only new year resolution I'll allow.

And now I think it'll be bedtime, I am getting sick...natch....so I can be just that much more miserable to be back in snowy, cold, hellish Canada!