Return To New Brunswick

 

I arrived back in Canada via Halifax on Tuesday and it struck me that this time, I wouldn’t be leaving again. It’s come at the price of having to leave both my dog and my husband in England. We tried to send Honey with me (see my previous post on that), however it didn’t work out that way. All I will say about it is that larger dogs are almost impossible to send on a passenger plane due to weight restrictions. I’m looking at you Air Canada. Now she will have to wait with my husband and come in 2026 when he flies in.

I compensate by spoiling my sons’s Labrador, Rue. See photo of said mutt below. She’s already worked out that I’m a soft touch and can be chased out of bed at 6 am to take her for her morning constitutional.

I would have preferred us all to come over together, but my husband wanted to get me home sooner rather than later, rather than waiting the months it will take for his PR card to come through. It’s odd, isn’t it. Twenty-some years in the UK and it never ever felt like home. I’m only sorry it’s taken this long to correct the situation. I am grateful to be able to see my grandchildren finish growing up; two of them are teenagers already!

Things are both familiar and strange to me, but I’m catching up as fast as possible. I have a list of Things To Get Changed/Done (bank account, driver's license, cell phone number etc).

I am so grateful to be here, to see the last third of my life spent in the familiar with people I care about. For the first time in a long while I’m looking forward to the future.