On the road again

(a picture is better than words)

The big surprise: we rented this apartment in Montréal and Math needs to do a work trip next week, so we decide to move early this weekend. It's good, since our home back in Alma is ready, but it's crappy because I just had 2 nights to pack everything. Thing is: I have ADHD, under stress because is my last days in the company (officially, today is my last day), Math is in Alma, I'm home alone AND I have a blog. I prefer to blog than do boxes, I prefer play with the cats than do boxes, I have to choose the right soundtrack to pack the things, so you can imagine my work didn't went so fast these last 2 days, since I got the news. 

Math was suppose to come yesterday, but he had a mechanical problem in the car and all my plans went down (I was expecting to dinner at a Indian Resto last night and take a good breakfast this morning - no donuts for me). 

Even like this, I'm pretty confident about this move. I'm happy about leaving my work and the good possibilities ahead. I'm happy to see Math after a whole week just skype talking. I'm happy my cats gonna have a yard to play and hunt birds and eat grass until they vomit, my big fat furry balls. I'm happy about having a loving family waiting for us. I'm super happy about travelling - I'm in the dog mood already.

 (FUCK YES! THE MOVE! I LOVE THE MOVE! MOVING IS THE BEST! OMG! OMG! OMG! YARDS AND GRASS AND POUTINE AND STUFF! LAC IS THE BEST! HOLYSHIT! HOLYSHIT! I LOVE TO ROAD TRIP! ROAD TRIP IS THE BEST!)

And I'm freaking happy about moving to a place where the francophone culture is absolutely strong. Nothing in the world is better than have the unique possibility to be integrate in another language and culture. It's something so big than anything else I could imagine.

(on commence a pratiquer! <3)

I'm going to pick my last cup of Starbucks before I leave Montréal. Wish me luck with the move.