Fawksey Lady!

It has been a long time since I have updated this blog gentle readers. The past two months have been a whirlwind of activity. I was busy getting my 2 year UK working visa together, along with the associated goodbyes and selling off my life. I moved back home for the month of September from downtown Toronto to the suburbs. The month of September was spent in periods of stress, excitement, anticipation and planning. Stress caused by the uncertainty of the visa, excitement because of the leaving of this country, and the last two are pretty self explanatory. 

I left October 4th at 6:55PM from Toronto Pearson Airport. Finally. Not without one last goodbye to my grandmother, who is unlikely to remember me for much longer. My heart breaks for her, but alas, my life must continue. Most of my phone calls to her are met with tears on the other end. It pains me to listen to her.

I have been here for 31 days now. Admittedly, a lot of the time has been spent in a bit of a haze. Drinking in different sections of the city. Different atmospheres. Different people. I feel a bit more at home here, but not sure I have found the elusive "it", yet. I hadn't expected to find it yet, a journey doesn't usually end within 5 minutes of a depart. Or at least not a good one.

Born:13 April 1570
Died: 31 January 1606

This dude has some major balls. Fighting for the Spanish Catholics against your country? Very ballsy. Deciding to kill the King of England and the parliament via a Catholic rebellion? Whoa. Like dude, whoa.  In the midst of the Gunpowder Plot, he was found out. His response to why he had so much gunpowder? “To blow you Scotch beggars back to your native mountains.” 

To be continued....