Please note the dates in this post – it was written on Monday, with the intent of it being posted right away, but due to connection issues at the airport and then connection issues here in London, I’m only managing to post it now. Enjoy

First of all, I want to say thank you wholeheartedly to all the new subscribers of my blog as of late – it still astonishes me that anyone could care what I have to say and/or do on a weekly basis, so thank you, thank you, thank you. 

Next is: Did you notice how I said two weeks until U.K three weeks ago? No, I didn’t slip into a cosmic time portal. I was supposed to fly out March 24th and land at Heathrow on March 25th at 06:40. And yet, here I sit. In the Toronto airport. On March 31st. 

Ugh. What did happen..?

I’ll tell you what happened. What happened was that my body (diseases included) generously reminded me that it does, in fact, run my life. I got very. very sick the week of St.Paddy’s and no, before you ask, it wasn’t alcohol induced. I was in the hospital for a few days and was then released into the public with an infection working its way through my body. Nothing new, really. Unfortunately, a zombie apocalypse did not ensue, I’m sad to say. It was an unfortunate series of events, but I’m more than okay with the outcome. Gave me a little more time to iron out the kinks, spend some time with loved ones, and generally not be a severe basket-case of epic proportions (which I mostly achieved). I could have easily stayed another week (and would’ve caught the new Captain America with my friendly, like minded nerd souls) but that’s the thing – if you don’t leave now, you never will. I could have easily stayed another month, honestly. But, adventure awaits. So, here I am. At the Toronto airport, on the last leg of my trip from Ottawa to London, England. Reminiscing about how bloody lucky I am. To be here. To have had a great week, month, year so far.

Which leaves me with the third thing: I may not have a bucket list per se, but I was able to cross something off my pseudo bucket list, which was to sing in front of people. I am  not a singer. I also do not suffer from any false state of modesty. I know good fantastic music and I have a varied taste in it, but I do not have one mg of musical talent in my body whatsoever (underline, underline, underline). But I’m lucky to have a dozen people in my life who do which has lead to envious feelings as I sit in the crowd and watch. So, I let my friend Brad, who runs the open mic on Sunday at a local haunt called Quinn’s, talk me into doing a song. So I sang Folsom Prison Blues. Terribly. But had so. much. fun. 

professional singers

I was also able to spend a day with my nephew, B (albeit a cranky one), which I loved – tears, goobers, screams and all (and not just from me). He woke up super and the best kind of birth control cranky and Andrea was more than happy to pass him off for awhile. I took him to the Nature Museum to go see some dinosaurs which he was so excited for and then we moved to the arctic exhibit and we learned that he is really afraid of faux polar bears and then faux sea creatures. And you can’t reason with a 2.5 year old about staying some place really cool when he doesn’t think so. So he won that round. But only because he’s cute. We went home and had a movie date instead.

Rawr!

I was also able to get in a few more visits with friends who are – in all sense of the word – family. We got in much needed time, giggles, laughs, pints, dances, balters, songs, heart to hearts and everything else friends do. They really grounded me when stress inflated my body and I started flying too high. Thank goodness. Otherwise I would’ve looked like something straight out of the Mary Poppins or Charlie and the Chocolate Factory movies. They accept all my spazztastic flaws. And choose to hang out with me; unlike family, who, in all honesty, don’t always have a choice. Moving always brings out the friends you haven’t seen in months, too. Which is lovely. Had some great catch-ups with old friends that for one reason (life) or another (more life) has caused us to not always be in touch. It was great to rekindle those friendships and realize that you don’t always need to be in contact to have a strong connection and friendship.

It is almost time for boarding (!!!!!!!!!!) which means that the next time you’ll hear from me, it’ll be from London! England!

Close your eyes, Cate.

Ready..

Set..

JUMP!