Well, everyone. I haven’t quite got myself organized enough to merge this blog with my website blog yet, and I’ve been watching and there are people out there who are still viewing! So. I thought, if that was the case I better write one more post as we jet set off to Brazil tomorrow.
Also, I am 30 now.
Yes. I said it. admitted it even.
So, that is all we will say about that topic. This week was spent finishing up my seasonal job and running around getting hair done, nails done everything did. (Thanks, Drake) Last night we had dinner with some dear friends, as our wedding venue Caju is closing after 10 years in business. It was amazing food and service as always, and we are truly sad to see them closing their doors, but excited to see what they do next!
So, what a load of thoughts running through my mind right now. We watched an episode of The Layover, with Anthony Bourdain ( click Here ) and it somehow made me feel a bit less terrified of G’s city. It also was one of the things that made me realize that this is a huge and incredible experience and being scared of things I don’t know, or a lifestyle I know nothing about is kindof a bit silly. Isn’t it?
We fear things we don’t know, and I am afraid of a lot of things. I imagined myself to be a lot more wound up and stressed out, anxious and all of the other things I usually exhibit when I am freaking out. But, truth be told, this over-organizer leaves in 24 hours and doesn’t have her luggage fully ready yet.
This is crazy, because if any of you now the real me, I would typically be packed and organized and outfits planned, everything done weeks ago. But, I feel like I have almost surrendered a bit to myself, and realized that kind of over planning does tend to get a bit exhausting after so many years. It also helps that I married the King of Laid-back personalities.
So, as I get ready to go get a mani-pedi, and look outside to see snow in Toronto and the high winds that woke me up this morning, I can’t help but laugh at how crazy it is that a small town girl from Truro, NS married a Brazilian, and now is my time to be shocked shitless by a culture that I’ve only grown to be part of but now I’m jumping into feet first. Who’da thunk it? And, also to be for the first time ever, in another country for Christmas, without snow and bundling up, winter coats and scarves. To be digging to the back of my closet for my summer dresses, and buying 85 proof sunblock in December.
I’ll be sure to take lots of photos and see lots of things and above all, eat everything I can possibly eat. Oh, and I may bring back a tattoo or so :)