No matter how long I’ve lived away from this province, coming back always feels like coming home. We had one of those early early mornings again, getting to the airport before 5:30 a.m. for a 6:30 departure. I’m always amazed when the plane is full at that ungodly hour.
The new and improved Winnipeg Airport is a lovely change but finding my gate for the next leg of the flight was a bit of a challenge since they didn’t bother to fill in that little detail on my boarding pass. That’s why they have big monstrous signs so you can figure these things out. By the time I got to the gate they were already pre-boarding. Beautiful sunny weather everywhere except in London where it was windy and overcast on landing, but the sun came out in the afternoon.
We met my brother and went out for a couple of drinks and a nice lunch. He’s doing amazingly well, and looks so good for everything he’s been through. He’s on his third week of treatments and is able to come home on the weekends. One of our cousins who lives in the city joined us for lunch. We all have crazy happy memories of summer visits to the farm and it was great to catch up on where our lives have taken us. It really doesn’t seem that long ago that we were kids but when you’re talking about your grandchildren that should be your first clue that you’re the old people in the family tree now.
A frozen mango bellini and a glass of wine later it was time to go. And here I am – all set up in my bedroom connected to the internet via my phone and getting in my daily post before I turn into a pumpkin.
I love my family. It’s going to be a fun couple of weeks.