Wow.

I have a blog??

No kidding.

One would think if I had a blog that I used to love visiting I would actually stop by and play with it once in awhile.

But life tends to get in the way sometimes.

Yes. I am back in Nova Scotia. Who knows where to begin this long, long tale? It may end up being a five part series. But, we'll get 'er done.

We left off in Sidney, BC. Which was amazing.

But we have to back track a moment to my girl's night out send off party. Kim and Jeannie honored me with my first initial in shot glasses......

I suspect by the time the following photo was taken we had worked our way through all 9 letters of my name.......

I miss my pals.

BUT, back to Sidney.

Rick having his ass slapped by a wooden diver........

Me and my extra large ass walking the western beaches for the last time. *sniff sniff*

The Nova-Scotia-Bound twerps in a wicked tide pool outside our hotel room.

We didn't get to do all we wanted to do before we left. Didn't get to see Graham and Karen and their wonderful kids (my fault). So, there was a bit of sadness.

But this big bastard had me distracted.........

My plane. MY plane! By the time I had gotten to area where I had taken this picture I had been stripped of my cowboy boots, my bad ass rhinestone buckle, my purse had been emptied, Katie caused alarm with a shitload of keychains in her carry on bag, I had kissed my kitties goodbye at their particular door of doom......

I was freaking right the hell out. Remember, I had never been on a plane before. I was terrified.

But they serve very overpriced Merlot..........

So I could assume the *appearance* of calm and happy. $20 later, of course. And that was pretty much before lift off. Or departure.....or whatever they call that particular bit of "see ya later ground" nastiness.

Whose idea was this??????????

All I can say is, Lucas and I have the same take on life. Ground is good. Katie and Rick will try anything just for shits and giggles. 

After close to eight hours I was safely (WOW!) back on the Earth in Moncton, New Brunswick. Where I was met by my awesome friend Amy (laden with balloons for the kids, a rose for me and a donair for Rick). I was deaf from the landing (for days!) and my sweet kitties were a freaking wreck. (more than three months later, they're still not right). Another friend spirited us off to our new home in Amherst, Nova Scotia.

And I think it's best to leave it right there for tonight. For I only have a small bottle of Merlot. And my time in Amherst wasn't exactly the homecoming I had longed for. I'm currently back in the very town I was born in! And I never, ever thought it would feel soooo good. Partly because I have to wonder now if this wasn't where I belonged all along and partly because it's amazing how many pieces one human heart can be broken into. (that'll be the Amherst story)

But I am HOME. I'm where I truly needed to be. I wonder how many people get to wander all over their country to "find themselves"? With kids??? The last 12 years of my life have been utterly amazing and so very fulfilling. Yes, heartbreaks occur, but I think my heart can take more knocks than average due to the multitude of beautiful people and places that have enriched it.

I can stand here on my native soil and say I'm one very lucky chick.

Nothing went as "planned" but I wouldn't change one damn thing.