Windsor

I have finally gotten to the point where I have to admit that I suck at blogging. I think about blogging all of the time, but I think two factors have been fighting me on it. One, I have simply been WAY too busy. Life has been insane and I am eagerly looking forward to November! Also, in some ways, things that used to inspire me to write - such as petting an animal or the scenery or my job - now seem to just prompt me to smile. But I will keep trying to plug away.

I was in Windsor recently, and in some ways it was a bit of a test. It was my first real visit back since my "going away" in April. I only had 72 hours in town, so I was determined to spend every waking hour with Emma, Kael, Owen and my siblings. In my mind, I have been fortunate to see both my parents this summer, and while I love my friends, its hard to talk on the phone to or facebook with the kids!

We had a great time! We played and played and played some more. We read stories and watched (strange to me) programs on tv and relaxed and caught up. It was awesome! Only for them do I get up the equivalent for me of 4am, 3:30 am and 5am....It was a great few days.

We also managed to condense our annual Christmas shopping weekend into one day. Mom, Erika, Owen and I went over to Detroit in what largely turned into a shopping for me trip, but we all got some great shopping done and I did start my Christmas shopping - honest, quite a bit actually. We also got a TERRIFIC lesson. Crossing back into Canada, Elisa and I inevitably got pulled over. It was inevitable after Elisa declared $700 worth of stuff. Sigh. Oh well. I offered to go in and pay, after all, Elisa had driven and I had already spent the last 45 minutes trying to feed Owen from the passenger seat. Great move on our part! I live in a territory where our only tax is GST, we don't have territorial sales tax and, apparently, that means I don't pay any crossing into Windsor. A $35 bill was it! Awesome!

Honestly, it was a great experience. I love hanging out with my siblings, I love hanging out with my niece and nephews (and of course I love my parents). Anyway, I miss them, I love them, but I was still excited to return to Whitehorse when it was time. (Admittedly, it would be another 5 days before I was heading there, via Edmonton, but it really does feel like home now). Having said that, the good bye nearly killed me. As we were leaving and I went to give Emma a hug, she said "but I don't want you to go. I love you too much. I miss you"

Best and worst feeling in the world. Sigh.