Reflection

Well ya'll, the holidays were a blast! I don't think I stopped smiling the whole time I was in Newfoundland with all of my family and closest friends. I learned the art of speed walking after my plane finally landed on the rock (I had heels on too!). I just couldn't wait to see whoever was waiting for me at the airport. I caught sight of my Mom and Dad first, and then my grandparents, and then my girls! YAY! As soon as I started hugging everyone, the tears came a-rollin'!

At times when I was home, I'd just look around and this calm feeling would come over me. You know that tingly feeling you feel when you're really cozy? THAT'S what I'm talkin' about!

So, I never stopped. I took in as much time with friends and family as I could, and I enjoyed and soaked up every minute!

Christmas Eve, Christmas Day, Boxing Day, New Years Eve, New Years Day, one by one all became a memory, and my departure back to Toronto was happening...felt like I was home for 3 days. So I hugged everyone, cried, and felt like a big piece of me was being left behind. Call me a sook (a.k.a. baby - I don't think "sook" is a universal term), but Newfoundland is my home; born and raised. It's my safety blanket.

Needless to say, I was feeling pretty down as I tried to mentally prepare for the big city. The people are different up here. Sorry if I am offending anyone, but back home we welcome anyone and everyone with open arms. In Toronto, you're simply ignored for the most part. Not many people will smile at you, acknowledge you, and sometimes I feel like they don't even see you. *NOTE - I am not referring to ALL people in Toronto.

OK, so I got side tracked a little...

Anyhoo, when I landed in Toronto, and stood by the carousal (sp.?)that delivers your luggage, I kept telling myself that I can handle this, and that I am lucky to have such an amazing career opportunity.

45 minutes later, I am still waiting for my luggage. At that point I am trying to get myself to accept the fact that no matter how long I stand there, my luggage isn't going to arrive.

30 minutes after that, I have a baggage tracer code, my carry-on which has nothing useful in it, and the clothes on my back, and I am on my way to my place of residence in Toronto.

All of my favorite clothes, purses, shoes, and brand new things that I got from Santa were in my two missing overweight bags. I unlocked my door, walked in to the middle of the condo, dropped my useless carry-on on the floor and just looked around, hoping to spot something that I would be happy to see. Something that would make me feel better. Something that would take away the empty feeling. When I failed to spot something that would help, I called home and Niagara Falls started rolling out of my eyes!

I went from Monday until Thursday evening without my stuff. BUT, I learned a lesson...well a few:

#1 - You're carry on bag should almost be like a survival kit, in case you don't get your bags right away.
#2 - Living away from home isn't so bad when you have all of your things. lol
#3 - Shitty attitudes can bring on shitty situations.

Well, I'm tired of typin' and you gotta be tired of reading. So, I hope everyone enjoyed the holidays and cheers to 2010!

Until next time.