The Big Move.

Hello from New Jersey!

I finally have a moment to breathe (and type) since I get here, so I figured, let's update people on what's been happening.

So one big thing, I moved away from home! As the day drew nearer, it got more bittersweet for me. I noticed the things I took for granted, my family (like how Mom totally babies all her children with cleaning, laundry, cooking etc etc, not to mention the stupidness of my daily existence with my brothers), my friends (and how awesome they are), and just the city itself. Yes, I was born in Winnipeg (Peg city STAND UP! - haha, I know I'm the farthest thing from ghetto there is), but I was raised in Vancouver. I'm a BC/Vancouver girl at heart, and forever I will be a Vancouver girl at heart. This may be my new home, but I'll never forget where I'm from.

The last few days in Vancouver were crazy! Fiankee + brother in law showed up, the engagement party with the most love I've seen in a while, the craziest night with my girls, and finally the funnest day with my family in Victoria (I LOVE SCOOTERING!! WAH!). As the seconds counted down to my departure, the more I felt blessed and lucky to have such great people around me (in spirit and physically).

Departure day. I had such a great (and unexpected) send off, it just got so difficult to leave. I love everybody to called/texted/showed up, I definitely felt the love.

And now I'm here in New Jersey, adjusting, being homesick, wedding planning and tackling the monster, also known as New York - which brings me to a funny/scary story that I will tell at a later time. Ever since I arrived here, it's been non-stop wedding planning. Definitely stressful, but it'll be worth it in the end. (But seriously, do I really look like a person that cares about which SHADE of white the flowers will be? Seriously?)

Which brings me to my last point before I get off this thing and try to pass out (adjusting to East Coast time has been so difficult! I know it's only 3 hours, but it really does make a difference). The huge difference from being long distance to seeing Ryan every day totally makes my day and life. I may see him every day, but I still get excited (and anxious) to see him when he gets home from work. If that doesn't tell me how awesome married life will be, I don't know what else to tell you.

And cue barfing.

Make it count.

Yesterday was my last Sports Fest for church. As I stood there and took it all in, it finally hit me that I was leaving. I obviously cried, and I obviously got other people to cry too. What can I say, I'm a crying machine nowadays.

I have 2 more weeks at home, let's make it count.

In other news, 10 more days until I get to see Ryan. It's been a very long 2.5 months since I've last seen him. I may just knock him over with enthusiasm when I see him at the airport. Should I apologize in advance? Naaahh.