I feel like today is an awesome time to post something and start our blog (ai aii aiii!!). Being home is really nice. I feel relaxed and happy. The minute I stepped home and unpacked the car, my parents decided to announce over dinner that I had to move bedrooms.
In my house we have 4 bedrooms upstairs and 1 bedroom in the basement. Last summer, my parents occupied one room, Sonia and Ronnie shared a room, Sonia had her room (obviously the biggest one), and I had mine. Because I wasn’t really home last summer (or during the year), my room was used as the napping room — or sick room. Last time I was home, Ally decided to move to the basement. She designed the room and her bed was moved. Though, after 2 weeks, she was too scared to stay in the basement and decided to occupy my room. That meant when I came home, I had to either stay at my Bubby’s…or sleep in Sonia’s bed.
My second day in Ottawa was spent moving into the basement. I set up my Kingston bed and designed the room like a combination of my old room in Ottawa and my old room in Kingston. Come visit and we have the whole basement to ourselves ;).
Yesterday was awful cause I had to get my teeth fixed (I had TWO cavities???!!) — and I resembled a chipmunk. Then I had to get my upper-lip waxed and the lady stated: “Wow…you have a lot of hair..is this the first time you’re getting waxed?”. She then preceded to do the famous waxing scene in the “Forty Year-Old Virgin”. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rkzUlH9xGI0). Whatever..I’m like a hairless cat now.
Two summers ago, I failed my G driving test and I was devastated. The test was perfect…except that I cut someone off…and I failed. When I was 16, I passed my G2 test because I was nervously hilarious and making awkward jokes that the guy evaluating my driving loved. Today I decided to try again. I was nervous as fuck. Plus, my parents made me leave my awkward jokes at home..so I really had to focus. I watched the guy who failed me last time walk out the door of the driving centre, clearly looking for my car. I quickly said the Jewish prayer on wine (the only prayer I know) in hopes of passing. I was super polite and he allowed me to keep my music on. My heart was beating so loud that I didn’t even dance to the music while driving. The test was twenty minutes long, and he finally asked me to head back to the driving centre. Guess what?? I PASSED!!!! :). I’m so so happy! Road-trip time y’all?
Excited to hear about your first week at home!
– Anna 🙂
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