Where do I start? Firstly I apologise for the lack of content. I’ve had visitors and a house disaster so I’ve been a little preoccupied.
My Dad and cousin came to visit mid January for a couple of weeks. I couldn’t have wished for a better time. George learnt to snowboard and he smashed it. I’m sorry George but I genuinely you’d be a klutz on the snow. I take it all back, you did a great job! We did lots of skiing, lots of drinking and lots of eating.
With 4 days before they were due to fly home, we headed to Vancouver. I love Vancouver, I called it home for over a year. It was weird returning after 2 months away. It certainly lived up to its reputation as “Raincouver”. It did not stop raining during the 4 days we were there. Actually I take that back, it stopped raining for 2 hours which was perfect for a bike ride around Stanley Park seawall. We also went to watch the Vancouver Canucks play against the LA Kings. It was the first time I saw them win. Go Canucks!
Dad and George flew home on the 25th January. Who hates goodbyes as much as me? It was kind of relieving to think I’ll be home in 5 or 6 months so it’s not goodbye for long. After having a fun filled 2 weeks though, it’s always hard to return back to reality.
I then spent another night in Vancouver, catching up with friends. It was really lovely. I miss you guys. I went to Deep Cove for doughnuts. I played bingo in Kitsliano and I had breakfast at a 24 hour diner. It was short but sweet.
I took my first Greyhound back to Kelowna. It took roughly 5 hours and it was surprisingly pleasant. Plenty of leg room, comfy seats and power sockets. The only thing I could complain about is lack of WiFi.
Finally made it back to Big White late on the 26th January. Just in time for Australia Day. With so many Australians in Big White, Australia Day is taken very seriously. I met friends for a few drinks, nothing too crazy. I missed my little Big White bubble, it was nice to be back.
Then the unthinkable happened. I returned home after working the morning of the 27th January to water rapidly escaping my back door. My house flooded due to a burst water pipe next door. It was a scene I’ve never seen before in my life. It was two stairs deep. I couldn’t even walk into my bedroom. Luckily the fire department were dealing with the house next door which also flooded. They quickly came to my rescue and helped me move as much as possible upstairs.
I hysterically cried on FaceTime with my Mum. All my belongings were soaked. Things that are replaceable but it certainly didn’t seem like that at the time. I really wouldn’t wish that on my worst enemy. I was mainly worried about my MacBook, which I leave on the floor next to my bed everyday. And also all my postcards and art work I have collected since arriving in Canada. Those are memories I can’t get back. Luckily they dried out and are still intact. On the other hand my MacBook has gone to laptop heaven and my passport is unrecognisable.
It’s been nearly 2 weeks now. I’m living in the kitchen/lounge. Kerri has moved upstairs and Tash has moved out temporarily. It sucks, it’s shitty and it’s certainly taking its toll having 4 fans constantly going to dry the walls out. I just want to go back normal and enjoy the time I have left in Big White. I’m trying my hardest not let it ruin the last couple of months. Positive mind, positive vibes.
I do have a trip to LA booked at the end of March. There is light at the end of the tunnel. I finally get to see my sister after nearly 2 years apart and I’ll be seeing my best friend Horrex and her boyfriend, Trevor. I’m just a little excited, I mean very excited. Can we all just pray I get my new passport in time, thank you.