This Crase in Plazy...

So I've decided that yes, I want/love/desire to 'blog' and am inspired when reading friends' posts. I log little notes for myself on topics that make me think, and I endeavour to get tapping... so here I am in bed, in the morning, taking 10mins to get a post started.... if not posted!!






I can't decide where I want my blog to go... others seem to have topics: children, training to achieve their physical goals, babies... and most writings seem harmless. Not that mine won't be, but not everyone shares my thoughts/morals/opinions. We're all different tho eh? Don't read it if ya don't like it!

HG recently showed me a girl's blog which is all about nudity, sex, porn etc. so each to their own. I can't decide how personal to get and whether I want people around me reading about the things in my head. However, my blogging friend tells me that people soon get over the initial excitement when you tell them you 'have a blog' and most probably don't even bother continuing to read. Well this is a boring post so far!! :P

What I do love is that I can type ANY WORDS into Google Images and find some photos matching what I am envisioning... 

... although ironically I can't find anything right now!

So I should probably do short blogs as and when init...?

I should probably credit the place/person/site from which I find these pics too. Oh well.

Now this is a rambling blog. So this is the result of morning blogging. I'll try a different time of day tomorrow... :-D

Wrapping Up a Life... or Four.

October 2012 to March 2013 was spent in mental transition... as our belongings got packed up and stored/shipped or donated...

My Cat Likes To Hide In Boxes - Cosy! :-D

The topics we got stuck on a few times were:
a) When to sell the first of our two cars - most sensibly Tom's, but see previous post about how tired I became attempting to save money by using one car; getting him to work on time (7:50am) then working the full-time + extra hours I'd dedicated myself to...
b) Our beloved bed! Kingsize and our prized posession (many Saturday mornings I would collect pastries as I cycled home from Bootcamp, wake HG & we'd watch films & series to our hearts content, usually with a purring puss or two snuggled next to us)...
c) Definitely most importantly, the aforementioned and much loved kitty cats. It broke our hearts to have to pass them onto new owners, however we couldn't afford to ship them and this also seemed more unfair to us than rehoming them. Both found loving homes with humanz to give them regular cuddles & affection <3

Kitties confused by the departure of all the house plants... donated to a friend & colleague; I wonder if they're still alive!

 

Mum (on right) & son (one of four) didn't get cosy near each other very often, so this was a delightful sight...

During the months, we spent time working on a lengthy visa application (including a day trip to Berkshire for HG to have a medical examination, a Police Check and a Love Story of our beautiful relationship!); handing notices in at relevant times, ending work relationships with Young People (I'd just become confident in my new position & had even earned a higher paygrade), and saying g'bye to friends and family.

Between December and March, my Gran became more frail, sick and generally unwell. She'd been in and out of hospital/residential home and began to deteriorate.

For Christmas I'd bought my Mum a voucher for a night in a hotel with yours truly, as I saw the quality time together as meaningful when we didn't have much longer in the same country. A few hours into our weekend together, we got a call to say my Gran's health had declined. We bailed the hotel and headed back to see Gran. We stayed with her and other family members until late. In the morning, I managed to get Mum to come for a blustery walk and some lunch before we returned to the hospital.

Now, I feel that Granny deserves more than a snippit in this rushed post. So I intend to dedicate more to her; I have a list of things I remember and love about her, so I shall add this someday.

Things started happening... in February, I posted the application to sponsor my HG as a spouse, whom I, as a Canadian Citizen, will be responsible for, for 3yrs after his permanant residency has been approved. I put maximum effort into the application - not wanting to chance anything being incorrect - as we were jumping straight into Canadian life prior to the application's completion. In the meantime, Tom would be on a Work Visa.

Not long after, this arrived...

and so whizzed our life through our last few months, weeks and days in UK.

Meanwhile, JR & his wife were expanding, preparing & working hard to include us in their business, home and life...

Maple Heaven

Hi. I started this post around June 2013 sometime and life has been catching up with me; so many things I want to chat about but working on this 'blog' always gets pushed to the bottom of the pile: 10:30pm after a day of working, cleaning, baking.... sore eyes! So I'll try to whizz thru the general catch-up info to make sure it makes sense!

So HG and I got married in 2010 (officially) and 2011 (unofficially but as we wanted). We contributed savings to our monetary wedding gifts and headed to Canada in August 2012 for a HoneyMoon.

My Brother and Dad have been living in Canada for over 10 years (Dad longer and also at other stages in his life previous). On our belated Honeymoon, we headed to Niagara Falls for a mini Honeymoon (hot tub in the bedroom,lights & mirror above the bed) for a couple of nights, before visiting family.

My Brother, JR, and his wife showed us their world. From a kayak. Paddling out by both a Blue Moon, with a beautiful colourful sunset. The lake was lit up pink; the trees on the islands had shadows produced by the moon... It felt so magical and unreal!

Long story short, we had the most amazing time; the four of us got on well and JR & his wife offered us a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to move over, live with them and help them with their business.

HG didn't stop mentioning Canada, as I had expected him to, even once we were back into the full swing of work. He grew to further dislike his current career position and longed for space, new opportunities and to work outside. I, being the historic driving force of any ideas to live elsewhere, started to believe this could actually happen and therefore researched moving companies, pet passports, employment, visa options and flights...