This won’t be long, I’m on my blackberry at the airport, but I made it alright.
Not made it to Bermuda, yet, but made it through the monumental task of completely sorting out all of my stuff and somehow packing it to head back to the tiny island in the Atlantic. If I knew how difficult this was going to be, I would have been a bit more hesitant to agree to it.
I think the problem was that I didn’t have my mother to help me this time. While my friends have been helpful above and beyond the call of duty–especially Jordan–they just aren’t the same as my mom there helping out. Mom: if and when I leave Bermuda, you might find a ticket with your name on it for the week before I leave. :)
Okay, this is longer than I anticipated. Good bye Canada, this time I have no plans to return.