Woohoo, we made it through the first week! You know you were meant to be with that one person when even after almost 2 months of not seeing each other you fall into a routine within 24 hours and arguments start within 48 hours – feels like home already.
With a teary goodbye at airport security, both families are sending me off. The line is short, phew. With about 10 people in front of me this should go by quickly. I turn around to see if they are still there and they are all waving me off, this was great – this must be how celebrities feel… 15 minutes later and at 2 minute turn intervals I am still not at the door. I feel sorry for the people behind me who don’t have anyone waving to them, but it doesn’t stop me. At about the upteenth time, I finally get through the door and turn around for one final send off. I made it, without completely losing all my dignity.
As I arrived at the airport E welcomed me at the bottom of the escalator waiting on the “HUG RUG”. The flight had a lot of turbulence which was a bit more than i’m used, the saving grace was that the cart was able to pass by so I could get a glass of wine and Pringles, and without earphones I watched “An American in Paris”. Reality… nah. Thanks to Amanda, E was able to pick me up from the airport with some wheels to hull my 2 at-capacity-pieces-of-luggage and one really heavy carry-on.
A lovely, hilarious and trusting (I have to highlight the trusting part, as Amanda had no idea that I (all at no fault) had replaced a fender, tire, windshield and fixed a dent in two cars over 8 months. Oh, and had not driven manual in about 2 years – just like riding a bike, right?) colleague of E’s, lent us her car during my first week here to get settled in.
The car was a lifesaver, we had a full list of things to do that would make us official ‘Manitobans’ by the end of the week; update bank accounts and passports, get Manitoba driver licenses and health cards, buy a car, and the big one….. CHANGE MY NAME!
Day 1, get all of the above done in one day. Success rate, zero.
Unfortunately, the order we chose to get things done that day was completely backwards AND apparently just telling them you’re married doesn’t work either, you actually need a marriage certificate to change your name. In the first place, who volunteers to change their 7-letter last name to 12-letters and doesn’t believe them? Either way we were back at it on day two. Without all the boring details, in case you decide to move to Manitoba just know it is easier to get health insurance, renew your passport, change your banking information (Jeffery our banking rep was awesome as he let E, Amanda and I have a catch up session in his office) than it is to get your drivers license! More than our marriage certificate, really?!?
End of week tally… 3/5.