welcome home

Ahhhh, so for those of you not in the email or FB know (which, I know, isn't many), I got home last Wednesday night, the snow storm in the UK helped me along, the flight into Ottawa was empty due to the many cancelled flights into Heathrow, and so, I sat and cried all the way back to Canada.

I know alot of people around me thought I was crying at the movie I was watching, but I know it was because I was heading back to the life I've tired of, away from the man I have a thing for, and don't know when I'll get back to the country I'd like to make my own.

Ironic I have snow to thank for my return, considering it's one of the things I hate about living in Canada. That and the bitter cold, which reared it's ugly head the minute I made it back to the country.

I ended up in Ottawa airport for 5 hours, my flight naturally misconnected with the flight into Montreal, so I had to wait for the later one. All fine as my dad was working at the airport and I got to sit and have a chat with him. For those not in the know, my dad is the parent I get along with, although we periodically have a love/hate he and I. Not purposely of course. I adore him. If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't have gotten through most of my childhood.

By the time I got home, it was 8:30 pm, I had been up since 1:30 am local time....I was tired, and I had 3 feet of snow to shovel out of my driveway, and a job to go to the next morning, as well as animals that wouldn't leave me the hell alone (all I wanted was to be left alone). God bless my friend J for coming to pick me up at the airport, as well as shovel the lion's share of my driveway for me because, in her words, she was awake, I looked sick and exhausted.

That's because, of course, I've returned with a huge cold. Which is suspect has turned into at least bronchitis, at most pneumonia. This based on the pain in my lung. Joy oh bliss. Welcome home.

Had a good and yet horrible weekend. Unfortunately had a bad friend experience. Someone's birthday, my friend who is no longer a friend was invited, there are 2 of us that she won't go near, my friend S and I (oh because she stole S's boyfriend, but that's another story altogether), and the rest of our friends, although they hate this woman, well, they cowtow to her because she's got a habit of making a scene, and that left S & I alone for most of the evening.

Good to know who your friends are eh? This woman has lied to, lied about, spoken behind the backs of, all these people, and yet, there they were laughing and bullshitting with her. All with exception of one of the boyfriends, who adores S & I, he hung with us because "you guys are more fun anyway".

It was hard. And I vow to go to nothing that everyone is invited to ever again. Period.

So. back to work I go. Sigh.