Day 1: Arrival

Day 1 (Sunday): Art picked me up from the airport. I was actually surprised to see him, because I didn't think he was going to be there right away. But he got off of work early, and it was sweet.

We made it across the border with no problems at all. We were completely prepared with all sorts of paperwork, proof that I wasn't crossing the border illegally, and prepared to answer all sorts of questions, and none of that happened!

I had been praying for so long, and it's not like I lost faith in God, but I was still nervous. He told me He would answer my prayers, but knowing that He will answer, and actually seeing that answer come about are two very different things.

So we got to his house, and his parents were there. We all went out for dinner at this new seafood restaurant that's really close to where Art lives. Now for those of you who don't live on the coast and think that seafood is disgusting: you haven't tried real seafood until you've eaten it fresh from the ocean. This restaurant was practically on the beach. Eating seafood on the prairies is not a true experience. Anyway.

Art and I shared a bowl of shrimp (and we had to crack the shells off first, which was messy but fun). It came with a marinara cocktail sauce, so it was nice and spicy. We also had a bowl of clam chowder, and Oh Sweet Lord, that chowder was amazing!!! Then it was on to shrimp and crab fettuccine alfredo.

Art's mom had a plate of mussels. I was very apprehensive about trying them, but I did, and it wasn't so bad! So I tried another, and I swear that is the last time I will have mussels ever again. The second one tasted like feet. Wrapped in seaweed. Yucky.

Oh, and the dinner rolls at this place are TO DIE FOR. Twice.

After dinner I watched Art and Joe skip rocks for about 20 minutes. I skipped rocks for about eight seconds. Well, I tried to skip rocks. I suck at it.

Overall: really really good first day.

Eight Crazy Days

I'm in Washington with Art. The fact that I'm here (and that I got across the border without any hassle) is a complete miracle. I got here this afternoon, and I'll be here until next Monday. Don't expect a lot of blogging from me. :)

I'll be too busy going on dates and trying new foods. And working out. And staring at Art, because I haven't seen him in a couple of months.

Yay for vacations.

P.S. It's so BEAUTIFUL out here!!! I won't lie: I'm glad I'm moving here.

And Speaking of Productivity...

I didn't sleep last night.

Correction: I slept from 12-2, then Art called and we talked for an hour, and then I couldn't get to sleep until 7am, or something like that.

So I've been up for just over an hour, and I know that I have to wash the dishes for my mom, clean my room, and walk to the bookstore (against really really strong winds) to get my paycheque, and then go to the bank (where my mom works), and spend a lot of time waiting in line (because it's Friday) and then annoy my teller with all the things I have to do.

Art told me I have to work out again. And I thought I was going to do some work for my dad at some point.

CLEARLY I'm not going to get all these things done. First priority is the paycheque and bank, because it closes at 4:30. Then, I guess the dishes? Thankfully, there aren't that many. Then my room. Then working out.

Work for my dad? Maybe it'll get done tomorrow. Maybe. If I get a proper sleep tonight. Oh, did I mention how tired I am?