I Got the **** Fucked Out of Me

I am sore. I am more sore than I think I have ever been. I’ve been nursing myself, and I have been tended to all day, but I am still sore. So seeing as how it is difficult to get off of the couch. I’ve been looking out the window all day staring at the amazing view in front of me. The white fluffy clouds hovering over the white capped mountain peeks. Those mountains turning into mossy rolling hills leading to the plethora of homes sprinkled with towering trees. The sound of the neighborhood playing at the park on the corner. The screech of the train going in and out of the station. I love this place. I love this place almost as much as I love being sore. More than that I love being so here. I can honestly say Vancouver will always have a place in my heart. With a week still left in my stay I am already dreading going home.

Jackson has made this place special for me. It all started when we boarded our flight. Scooting over so that he could sit in the seat next me to I was confused as he continued to walk down the aisle. Looking at him he gave me a mischievous grin and I sat back wondering what he had planned… to be continued



*insert evil laugh here* I learn from the best

I am back!

I am home and unpacked. I have a few things to write. One is I am surprised at how much I missed writing some decent posts. It is good to let out a decent rant every now and then, but I am happy to be home. Here I can write something I feel worth while. More to come later today I have to do some post vacation shopping. Does anyone else hate coming home to the fridge you purposely emptied before the vacation, and now there is nothing to eat in the house. Sigh, pros and cons of travel. Write to you guys soon!

P.S. I am jonesing for some quinoa salad.