There was a snow squall warning on the stretch of the 401 to Toronto, so I really shouldn't have gone. But it's just too much nostalgia to miss out on. I realized that the people there, will always be home for me. I got to do a presentation and sergeant promotions. The funniest part was when I walked in, and the some of the senior male cadets were trying to decide who will escort me to my table. Then they saw Luke, and ask if he was going to do it instead. All the while my boyfriend was standing behind me. So I was a little flustered when I said, "I have... a guest". Heh.
Then we drove to Waterloo to stay over at his parents' house. Nothing like meeting the parents for the first time past midnight. It went well though.
Mostly I'm just surprised that it felt so comfortable. Usually I'm the hermit who doesn't like spending extended amount of time with just one other person. 48 hours is a long time.
2 comments:
Good luck, dear, good luck.
Bravo zulu.
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