So here we are, early in another new year and back writing again. To be honest, I've been struggling with inspiration for what to write. Lately though, I've had a few flashes and this morning they solidified into an idea for a new blog.
I hope you'll come check it out, at https://mytemplebod.blogspot.com/.
My my, it's been a long time. So long in fact, I had some trouble finding my blog and logging in. But, I found it and managed to log in successfully. I have my friend Pas to thank for inspiring me to return to blogging. I was surprised to see a post from her blog in my email inbox the other day as it had been several years since her last one. After reading her update, I decided I wanted to do the same. And, here we are.
My life has changed dramatically since my last post. During Christmas 2016, my ex Mike and I reconnected and then he came down to visit for a weekend in February for my birthday. We spent the weekend in Whistler and had a wonderful time together. I didn't want it to end. When he returned to the Yukon, I started thinking that it was time for me to move closer to him again.
About a week after he'd gone home, I asked him if I moved back to Whitehorse if he'd want to be with me. He said yes. So, I took a deep breath and and gave my notice at work. I was excited, and nervous! Mike was nervous too and after intially telling me how happy he was, after a couple weeks he ghosted me. I had given my notice early, but needing time to pack and prepare, wouldn't be departing until the end of April. It was a very anxious time as I sorted, packed and cleaned, selling as much as I could.
I also needed to find a job and place to live, since Mike was living with his elderly grandmother to support her and I wouldn't be able to stay with them. I had worked with the Yukon government when I lived in the north previously, and submitted an application to work in their admin pool. I also applied to the local airline, Air North, and was thrilled when I was recruited to their training program as a Flight Attendant.
My poor Leila was anxious as I tore our home apart and packed the few things I could take with me. We would be flying to Whitehorse and although as staff I was entitled to receive a very low rate for freight with Air North, I was planning on moving in with a friend of mine when I arrived. About a week before my flight, I called on my parents and cousin for some help getting ready. They came, and together we all packed, cleaned and got it done.
My parents were less than thrilled about me moving so far away, and nervous for me to return to my relationship with Mike, although they love him too. The one positive for them was that I would be closer to my daughter, who had continued to live in Whitehorse despite my parents and I having left nearly ten years earlier. I hoped to develop a closer relationship with her, as we'd had a rift over her boyfriend when they were first dating.
After several weeks of hard work, and sad goodbyes to the friends and co-workers I was leaving behind, the day finally came to fly away. My parents came and picked me and my stuff up, along with my little dog Leila to drive me into the airport. We took my boxes to the cargo depot for my airline and dropped them off, then spent an hour in a nearby park letting Leila run around while we visited in the sunshine. I won't lie, I was pretty nervous about my big move!!
By this time it had been almost five weeks of no contact with Mike, who I knew was freaking out too. I couldn't really blame him. I had left him nearly ten years earlier under painful circumstances. And while we had stayed in contact, and often talked of getting back together, the reality was frightening. I didn't know if he would be meeting me at the airport so I arranged for a friend with a truck to come pick Leila and I up.
Finally, it was time to go, and my parents and I kissed and hugged goodbye. I leashed Leila and dragged my onboard luggage with me to the gate. My stomach did flip flops as I sent Mike a message that I would be on my way soon and hoped he would greet me on arrival. He didn't message back and I tried not to fret as I waited for the boarding call.
Well, to make a long story short, it was almost four months after I moved back to Whitehorse before he decided to commit to me again. That was just over three years ago now and we honestly couldn't be happier. There have been some ups and downs along the way. My little Leila girl passed away unexpectedly in January 2018 while I was working a second job. Although Mike called me to come to the vets, I didn't make it in time and I struggled with guilt and regret for a long time after. I still miss her every day.
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| My Leila girl - riding the bus with me. |
This year, like so many others, we lost several members of our family. First, my mom's youngest sister in March, from cancer. Next, Mike's grandma in May. Although she wasn't diagnosed with it, I'm fairly certain the coma she suffered was Covid-19 related. She had been complaining of being ill and I took her to the hospital on a Friday, where she spent most of the afternoon. The doctor she saw did not do a Covid test and it was only five days later that she had a stroke. And in July, Mike's dad also had a stroke and passed away.
On the upside, we had a fabulous Mexican vacation in February with his dad and step-mom to celebrate my 50th, which we're both so grateful we got to go on now. I was able to purchase a home for us in April, which we both love. We were able to bring his '65 fastback mustang home from the storage yard. Now, it's safely stowed in his garage and after over a decade of owning it he is finally able to work on it.
All in all, life is good. So, until next time! Stay safe and be the good in the world!
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| Leila smiling |
