On the Move

endings, beginnings, adventures...

I spent most of the past week on the East Coast trying in various stages to reach an airport through an ice storm. That life-threatening excursion took two days. Then I sat in said airport all day long before at last boarding a thrice-delayed flight… which was then cancelled after we’d boarded and pulled away from the gate because of the plane crash at Toronto Pearson, our destination. We were disembarked and had to spend yet another night in limbo. Day three, I bought a whole new plane ticket with a different airline so I could finally get out of there. In the end, what was meant to have been a four-day visit with family, an important one, lasted only a day and a half before I had to launch into Operation Departure.

As soon as I got off the plane, I walked into a house half-dismantled by my husband, Peter, and joined him in a packing frenzy. The movers would be arriving the following morning, which was yesterday. We’re now staying with friends for a few nights. Here’s some ice hanging off the eaves outside their kitchen window.

All this to explain why I’m not full of recipe tips and whimsical thoughts about life this week. I’m a zombie. Oh, and apparently out of it: I’ve just been reminded that today is our wedding anniversary. So much for that. I’m about to head out the door to do a final cleanup at the house, so Champagne will have to wait. Then I must turn my mind to preparing to head back to the airport again in two days time.

You’ll be hearing from me from under lighter skies next week and for the next few months, so stay tuned! Here’s to endings, beginnings, adventures, and love.

xo,

Laura