Making a Home

I meant it when we had no idea what would happen in that first week. In that time as school started, Jack discovered that Coke came in 3L bottles. Three. Litres. What.

Finding a Home

We woke up late on the day of our orientation and ran up the hill in a mad rush. So much for those first impressions. Then our recruiter was impressed with the rate we walked (he thought we’d be ages longer) and praised us for our London pace. “Wingfoot, I name you.” said he. Oh…

In Transit

In the three days we had after the wedding banquet, life went bonkers, and it’s stayed mad for quite some time.

The Rest of the Blur

Come to think of it, after the men did the gate-crashing and the girls were sweeping me off to the wedding, the last clear memory I have of that fateful day was asking B to make sure the cake got to the church in one piece.

Just the Wedding Cake

Now this is a story all about how Cake plans got flipped-turned upside down And it feels like a mad rad dream Just sit right there I’ll tell you how I made my own wedding cake out of ice cream.

We’re Back!

After a very long hiatus, this blog is back and will now be featuring two main writers! Hip hip hooray! The wedding is over, the honeymoon is still on (I think) and the first half-term of school is nearly over. Jack and I landed safely in London almost two months ago and have been teaching,…

Drawing to an End

There are exactly twenty days until I leave YVR for what I imagine to be a number of years. There are also a ton of posts about Vancouver that I have not yet published (or written, lol), which I’ll probably do when I’m not in Vancouver, really. I’ve learned to be realistic. And while there’s…