One Year Anniversary, Bitches!

It's January 4th 2013. I have officially been gone from Canada a year. Amazingly, I'm still on a beach in the sun, while the prairie people warm their cars in the morning and shovel snow. Take that winter!

What have I learned this past year? Too much to mention so I won't bore you with the spiritual crap. Mainly, that I'm still more fun after a couple of vodkas (especially when skyping with mom at 8:00a.m. *her time! Not that it matters*) I don't have to go home, ever, even if I made my point. I'm pretty and the universe will provide. Creepy men are EVERYWHERE, once again, I'm pretty and the universe will provide. Finally, I will indeed spend the rest of my life chasing whatever it is that I'm looking for. In which case I will forget to grow up. Good thing I'm pretty.

If I go back home for a visit and "it" is there, I'm going to be so pissed. Literally. When I go home I maintain a steady whiskey buzz so as not to upset my chakras.