Dan and I had a whirlwind trip to New York over the Easter weekend. We arrived on Friday afternoon, spent some quality time with my mother before she left on her own trip and then harassed Rebecca and Bailey until Sunday evening.
We ate lots of good food (and I mean lots), got to see some old friends (and a new one), spotted Penn Badgely out and about, dragged Dan to his first class at SoulCycle (“It’s like a rave, with exercise”) and when we came back to Canada, we landed as permanent residents.
Becoming permanent residents means a whole new bunch of paperwork to sort out: new SINs, updating Alberta Healthcare and getting our driving licenses renewed, for a start. Of course, the process for becoming a PR means that I am now an absolute pro when it comes to paperwork!
Best leftovers ever.
Poor Dan was obviously more affected by my crashes yesterday than he realised. I woke up at 2am because I heard noises outside; having done a check around the house, I returned to bed where the following conversation took place:
Dan: Are you ok?
Dan: Do you feel in control of your bike?
Me: <long pause> Yes?
He doesn’t even remember the conversation this morning.