I made it first try. For all those people who opted not to take the flight due to the very real possibility of the scary nightmare from Hell round about trip to just fly back into Halifax I feel sad. We went up, we came down. Very much like every other flight from Halifax to St.John’s.
And it’s been amazing. This morning I walked downtown after crashing at Suzanne’s and it never ceases to amaze me how nothing ever feels to have changed. Some new restaurants, and friends abnormally happy to see me, but otherwise it feels like I never left.
And I got the university position in Japan. 3 months, flight over and back paid for.
I see Skye J in less than a week. I am also feeling wonderfully sentimental about my family. Last night at supper I laughed so hard it hurt. I actually had to tell Sean and Dad to stop because I had crossed the threshold into serious pain. I couldn’t breath I was laughing so hard. So my next job is to convince my family how cool Europe is. They can all hang out in Spain (they do have beaches after all), and I can see them once a month instead of twice a year. (as yes, with or without Japan, I will go back to Germany).