Home sweet snowy home...

Merry Christmas everyone! My uncle chided me for having not updated this since being home, wondering how he was to know if I arrived if I hadn't blogged about it. We had this discussion after the third day in a row he had been out for a visit.

So yes, after 3 good days in LA, I arrived into Halifax on Wednesday evening, just missing the Toronto snow storm. I entered the airport wearing a t-shirt and flip flops to find the beginnings of a major winter storm happening outside. Welcome home.

I was met at the airport by 3 of my bestest festive friends - Mark, Lisa & Carrie - and then we headed in to the city to find Sir Nicholas and tour the Granny flat. It's a 3 hour drive from Halifax to my parents abode on the ole Isle of Ed. I was a bit overwhelmed by Christmas lights ... but glad to not see snow.

It is nice to be home, to be forced to either sleep with a golden retriever or in a basement where the heat doesn't work, to be woken from naps by being thrown on the floor, and to be mocked at a consistent level... and that's just spending time with Mom & Dad! I arrived the wee hours of the 23rd, my sister the evening of the 25th and my brother (after spending Christmas day in a Washington motel, hating the world) about midnight the 25th. We thought we would have only one day together before Dad had to return to work, but it was not so... yet another Boxing Day blizzard has blown upon us the past 24 hours, leaving the entire Maritimes trapped in their homes, forcing Christmas to continue and family bonding to go on forever! (Wait til I post the pics of my brother's new hairdo...)

So about 50 cms of snow later I'm looking at these pics of sunny NZ, hearing of the bbq Christmas and beach holidays... pretending I'm not bitter...