It is very bittersweet to say goodbye to our home in Central Alberta. I still remember the day over two years ago when Brandon texted me and said "we're moving to Canada". And I thought "uh, WHAT?" And I had to get out the map to figure out exactly where we would make home. Needless to say, I never realized how much these two years would mean to me. I feel its the first time Brandon and I have actually lived together since we have been married. Its definitely the longest we have lived in one place. We ended up celebrating the birth of our beautiful little girl here. What a sweet little Canadian surprise she was for us. She will always be unique in having dual citizenship/birth abroad status in the USA. I've made some amazing friends. I never would have made it through as a new mom without these wonderful women. There were so many there at all hours of the night, with prayer, food, medical advice, and plenty of hot yoga dates. I'll also miss the two wonderful ladies (that I've grown to love) as I worked for them part time. They watched me waddle in and out of their businesses severely pregnant. I'm so thankful for their friendship, advice, and overall trusting me enough to give me a job. I'm going to miss my church. Sherwood Park Alliance is doing some amazingly good things there. God is definitely at work in that place. And last but not least, I'm going to miss my one American friend I'm leaving behind in Canada. I know one day she and her husband will also move back to the states (probably sooner than later). I'm looking forward to seeing her in October and continuing our friendship over an obscene amount of text messages daily.
Everytime we move it is sad for me. Yes, I am looking forward to new adventures and (FINALLY) putting down real roots this time around. It'll be so nice to live by family and to buy a house. However, I feel a little part of me is always left behind when I move. Good thing is a new little pieces comes with me.
Thank you to everyone is has made such a huge impact on my life while in the "great white north". I hope all of my Canadian friends come visit. I also hope we can come back for a visit as well. Afterall, I never did get to go skiing in those Canadian Rockies!
To all my faithful readers, bare with me while I pack, unpack, clean, declutter, and reorganize. I'll be up and running again shortly.
Labels: Canada, moving, shanks household, the big move, USA