Lazy Girl!

So, still at my parents house. Just for a few more days and then we get our own place. Finally! We've been staying at other people's homes for nearly a month now and it will feel so good to be on our own. Not that we are ungrateful for all the help and support we've received, but there is something to be said for walking around in one's underwear first thing in the morning. 'Nuff said?
I have also supposed to be "boning up on the law" these past few weeks but have instead been busy sorting out details from our move and reading law blogs. Check one out sometime, they are everywhere. And they all say the same thing: law school sucks, you'll never find a job, you'll be destitute forevetr. Fun stuff. I'm still going to law school, though, so those sites can SUCK IT!
In other news, I have yet to find a way to post pictures on this blog (or even post my new nifty Simpson's character...of me. And it is so clever, it is my spitting Simpson image. But you can't see it. So enjoy this clip!

Whadda ya Mean "Undeliverable"?!

We have been staying with my parents nearly a week now. My parents have a beautiful home on the side of a mountain with a gorgeous view of nearby vineyards, lakes and yep, more mountains. The only thing is, it is pretty rural out here and we've been struggling with ways to fill up our time. I've been looking through Canadian law articles my sister sent me, as well as reading regular college textbooks on Canadian history. Just trying to catch up to where every other law student at UBC will be come September. My husband hasn't had reading to do, so he's been pretty bored. Today, he's helping my dad build a rock wall my mother dreamed up. They hired a mason, fired the mason, and now it's just them. Neither of them have had any experience, so it should be fun for them. Right?!
In other news, we found out this morning our Fed Ex packages never arrived and we aren't even sure if they ever left Tampa. Its most just clothes and Matt's golf clubs but also my traincase full of makeup (I am more vain than you can ever imagine) and a painting M.'s cousin did for us after our wedding. I want those packages, dammit! I think the main problem is that we wrote "Vancouver" in the city box without specifying "North Vancouver."

A week in Vancouver

Or almost a week. We got here six days ago and a lot has happened: we found an apartment (which is nearly as difficult as finding a place in New York City) and it is everything we hoped for: real hardware floors, lots of light, very clean, laundry on-site, fresh market grocery within walking distance and best of all, very close to a direct bus route to school.
I stopped going to the gym in February (first I got sick, then Matt, then it got really cold and then, I just plain didn't go) and I realized how out of shape I am from being worn out walking around Vancouver. We covered a lot of the city on our quest to find housing and ate at some great sushi and Vietnamese restaurants.
Yesterday, we came by my parents house on Vancouver Island for a two week visit (minus the weekends, which are full of activity in Vancouver.) My parents hosted a barbeque for us and two of my sisters were there, as well as my brother-in-law (there are those hyphens again!) My sister M. is nearly done with law school and has been so helpful with reading materials and explaining the Canadian leagal system.
Right now, I'm blogging this from our very comfortable guest bedroom with the windows open and the cool breeze fluttering the curtains. I've had a quiet morning while my husband has been out with my parents on the forty-five minute ride to the next town to buy hiking shoes. The plan is: when they return we got for a hike up one of the mountains behind their house. I am happy to be here and very optimistic about all we have accomplished so far.

It's Time to Say It....Goodbye.

Tonight I met with three of my best girls. We have all known each other for years at different times but over the past six years, we have been geographically close and have called/visited/lived with each other. Through these years, we have been single, had bad boyfriends, been heartbroken, found true love, done hundreds of pages of remedial math and english and, finally, lived to see each other's acedemic and personal successes. I looked at each of their faces smiling back at me as we sat at the edge of the Bay, with music from Crabby Bill's waffing out to us. How many times had I cried on the phone to these girls? How many nights had we gone out, like this one, and danced and ate and flirted? And now I am leaving them. I didn't think this move would break my heart so much. But it has.