Even if it’s only a few of you…I can’t wait. The internet is pretty phenomenal , but it has yet to replace face-to-face, real human interaction.
I really am in town for just under a week-much to my parent’s dismay. But–I really didn’t know what my schedule was going to be like. So, I opted for a conservative number.
Usually–when I come home, I like to stay for a bit of time. The last few years, it’s been for three weeks at least. And, right now, I’m working on a plan where I can come home to stay for a few months at a time. But–I’ll still have to work out the details. At least I know what I want to do.
Regardless, in 2005, it was my parent’s 40th anniversary and my sister, her husband, my niece, and myself climbed the Chilkoot (again). I have definitely decided I have to search new horizons for my hiking excursions. That was my 7th time. I really wanted to hike the Kaskawulsh Glacier, but my sister wanted to do the Chilkoot for posterity.
Last year, I came home at Christmas. It was cold for a bit, but then it warmed up for the duration of my stay. I managed to ski or walk everyday. I wound up meeting up with a friend from school — Tania Ordish and her family — and going for a ski. I also met up with my good friend Yvonne Chan. We went tobbagganing and later in the holiday, I learned how to play Majhong and met Pierre.
Regardless, I always have oodles of fun with my parents. This year, my sister Nat and her family are coming home for Christmas too. We should have a good laugh. We’ll probably even clear the kitchen, play our traditional Christmas album (I have to find the pics to go along with that), and dance around to my Dad’s vinyl collection.
I can’t wait guys. It will be good to meet you and put faces and and personalities to your blogs.