Today I went to my cafe via public transport. It would have taken me considerably less time if I had realized that I was waiting for the 33 on the wrong side of the street sooner. The important thing, though, is that I followed directions and got where I needed to go. Mom would be so proud.
I love how independant Joy and Jan let me be. They point me in the right direction and off I go. None of the "call me when you get there!" and "call me when you leave!" and "call me when you figure out what time you'll be home!". But at the same time I know they're always there in case I get lost. At home I'm constantly reminded of how directionally challenged I am, how scary Vancouver driving is, and how I should not do something just in case something bad happens. I tell you, Vancouver driving is nothing compared to England. I'm a lot more independant over here, and it's exciting.
That all being said I love my parents very much despite their occasional over-protectivce tendancies. But on this trip I am proving to myself that things aren't actually as scary as I thought they were.
Tomorrow I meet with a potential landlord. The meeting was pushed back from Wednesday, so I'm a little anxious. If all goes well I may very well be moving out next week. Brilliant. Words cannot express my excitement.
And as far as I know, both Sarah and Kora have booked their plane tickets to London. And I can't wait. Life is perfect right now. Except that I ate too much at dinner and am uncomfortably full. But I really can't complain.
posted by Lisa @ 2:45 PM
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