Sunday, 28 July 2013

I need to tell you something...(96 days to go)


Confirmation of a job in Vancouver. CHECK
Visa approved. CHECK
Flights. NEARLY
Confessing to my family, friends and co-workers that I'm leaving the country, to have a crack at being Canadian, work in the snow and live in a possible one bedroom flat* with 5 strangers and maybe a pet raccoon**?

Ummmm yeah...I should probably get on to that.

" I'm taking the Raccoon for a walk guys, do you need me to get milk while I'm out?"


It's an exciting and heart racing moment to finally share the BIG news, but also a scary one.
Having to tell the ones you love you're moving to the other side of the world, for nearly as long as it took my Mum to figure out the difference between her Iphone ringing and a Twitter notification update from Kevin Rudd, can make one a little nervous.
So when you do eventually break it to them, your relies and mates are most likely going to have on average 345,960 questions, opinions and reactions.
This is something I've recently experienced with my parents, friends and co-workers over the past few months.
So be prepared to feel like Taylor Swift on an morning TV talk show after her 18th break-up.
All the uncomfortable attention will be put on you, while you answer the same repetitive questions.

Here are some examples plus suggestion answers, if you get stuck...


OMG, When did this happen? When I found out Big Brother was returning for another season.

When are you leaving? Right after you throw me a kick-ass farewell, I'll be expecting a jumping castle.

What are you doing over there? I'll ride a moose, drink maple syrup, talk slower, pretend I can snowboard like a pro and hang out with Carly-Rae Jepsen. .

How long will you be gone? About 6 months. But it could be longer, if I fall in love with a dashing lumberjack man, get married on a mountain, move into his cottage, have triplets and a Scottish Terrie, dress them all in plaid, take a family photo and send it to you on a Christmas card.


 How much do you get paid? Just enough to afford WI-FI, hot water, rent and raisin toast.

Congratulations! Thanks love!

I'm going to miss you! That is just too sweet!

Will you miss me? Like Amanda Bynes misses her sanity

Can I stay with you when I visit? *awkward silence*
"Dressing us all in matching picnic rug plaid was great idea Honey! We definitely won't regret this in the next 20 years..."
 http://www.blogher.com/awkward-family-photos-book



And lastly to conclude the conversation, everyone will finish it off with "...you're going to be cold"



No. Shit.



Yes,  they seem to throw in the fact that the temperature during winter time in Canada, will drop quite significantly and I should be aware of it if wasn't already. Thanks for the tip guys.

It was a real "wow!" feeling, hearing myself out loud giving all the details about the big move.
In that moment reality hits me and this story was no longer a daydream I had been creating in my mind, but the next non-fiction chapter in my life.
WERD!!! That was like some kinda Ernest Hemingway quality shit right there, I'm just as impressed as you are!

Until next time pumpkin nuts!


Amanda x



(*I'm exaggerating) (**I hope it's true)



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