I’ve spent the last three weeks desperately trying to see everyone before departing for the colder Canadian climate, as if I won’t be returning, but it’s only in these last few days, through sorting out the documents for my visa, what I’m going to do with my car/ glider whilst I’m away, yes I know #firstworldproblem, but the nerves have started to hit. I manage to get to the airport and only at the moment of stepping onto the plane does it hit me.. shiiiit I intend to do what over the next few months?!? I’ve literally packed skis and a pare of pants.
I’m writing this as we just hit landfall over the north east corner of Canada. Cruising at 39,995ft and I start thinking about a proposition I was given literally as I sat down on the aircraft. A colleague called from Aberdeen and he wants me to go work for him. I mean, honestly what are the odds? I haven’t even managed to go yet and I could be finding myself back in Aberdeen. But is it the job I want? I mentioned I’ll need some time and once I’ve received my visa I’ll decide whether to come back or not. For the moment, thoughts are on getting out and exploring, preferably on skis. It’s what I’ve been planning for the last 8 plus months.
As a side note, my neighbours next to me on the plane are adorable and I might have already got my green card. Their daughter is newly single, has done charity work with huskies in northern Canada and I’ve been given her card. Comedy.
The next update will be once I've sorted myself and I'm actually in Canada. Please God don't let the Mounties mount me...
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