It's been a few months since I have blogged anything but to those that don't know, the hubs and I packed up our things, threw them in the car, and traveled across Canada to live in PEI. It's been an adjustment to be back on the island after eleven years for me, and for Adam it's a whole new experience. In these few months Adam has been helping my grandparents build a house on the water, Adam and I celebrated our first year of marriage,we acquired Adam's brother and have gained another cat, Achilles. (Because pets are our "achilles heel") . I also have a new job working in retail, which, surprisingly I have never done before. It's part-time and I am very excited for the spare time to try some new creative outlets and be available for more things.
As we all know by now, in a few months absent from the scene of writing, I have made some noteworthy bruises on either my knees or my heart. The one I am to share today starts on a high note. I had just come out of a successful interview and was heading toward the bus stop when the wind picks up and it downpours. It seems as though I had been heading to the wrong bus stop at this point because the bus driver tells me that the bus I was looking for is across the street. I hustle over to the street across and find a shelter where there is another lady who is drenched and we begin to laugh at ourselves. We strike up a conversation and soon afterwards the bus that we are both waiting for arrives. I insist the lady goes on ahead of me as I teeter with my high heels onto the bus. The bus floor is very slippery from the rain as I fish out my money for the bus. As I go to put the money into the slot, the bus begins to go and I feel myself falling on this poor lady in front of me. I am now on top of her and I am 50 shades of red. I am apologizing and trying to get up. The lady gets up mostly unscathed but I cant get up with my high heels on. I try taking my heels off but I keep slipping around the bus on my butt. As this is happening I get yelled at from the bus driver that I need to "get off the floor, lady!" I try taking my high heels off but we are making a turn and I end up only taking one heel off by the time the turn is made; by doing so I have put myself in a tuck position in which now I am rolling around on the floor. A man nearby is now laughing at me and tries to help me up as I am trying to take off my other heel, but to no avail. The driver stops the bus and I scoot my bum off the bus and try to act like nothing has happened with one heel off and my pink dress splashed with mud, as the lady I fell on gets off the bus and flips her hair at me.
All this to say that things haven't changed much in the last few months and I still am having many adventures in my new homeland. ;) I can't wait to see what happens next!
Your clumsy hippie,
Summer
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