Big big news (insert scary music here)

I AM MOVING BACK OUT!

Sorry for the caps, but it needed to be said. I am moving out next week to a cute downtown apartment with a couple of girlfriends. Suffice to say, I'm rather excited. It has high ceilings, a fireplace in every room and we have a back deck. The best part is I don't have to live with messy boys again (no offense gentlemen but the average guy is a little smelly at the best of times.)

I'm not sure what to do with this blog seeing as how it's called "Moving Home at 25" but I think that I'll keep it. My mid to late twenties are uncharted territory and I think that in my generation we aren't following the typical "go to college, get married and move out of the family home" path that came before us. I think a journal or blog to help me sort through it will be fun and interesting.

I'm honestly hoping I'm out on my own for good now but I think that it says something nice about my family that they always leave the door open for me in case of emergencies.

Though I could seriously do with less emergencies.

Little Miss Sunshine

The best movies are ones where the whole audience is clapping and laughing out loud together. This was one of the most heartwarming and tear jerking films I've seen in a while and I highly recommend. I laughed, I cried, I may have peed my pants.

"Everyone, pretend to be normal."

Duncan's Cove part deux

Don't let the frozen cardboard hit you

This is a story of my 85 year old grandfather whom we call Opa. Opa ran away at 16 and joined the navy in WWII, became a captain and...well it takes a certain type of "character" to have that sort of life.

When my cousin John came down to visit, Opa got some frozen pizzas for him to eat (mainly to prevent him from ordering pizza at 2 in the morning). John tucked his way through them but left one behind. Now my grandparents are "meat and potatoes" kind of people, I don't think they've ever eaten pasta, Mexican food or Chinese for that matter. Pizza is to them what haggis would be to me (no offense to haggis lovers out there).

So John leaves the frozen pizza behind and a few weeks later my other cousin Liam goes over for lunch. Opa decides he will use the opportunity to cook the pizza (to make room in the freezer for a good leg of lamb no doubt) but he doesn't know how. Nor does he want to cook the whole thing, just half. Keeping the leftovers in the fridge is clearly something he did not even contemplate. But what is the easiest way to divide the pizza and cook it? The answer is simple...a circular saw.

Opa gets some tarps and covers the back wall of his work room, tells Liam to "Stand clear!" and whips the pizza through the saw. Problem solved: he now has two pieces of pizza, one to chuck back in the freezer and the other that he can cook and eat.

I am pretty sure this is the first time he had ever cooked or eaten pizza.

Adventures and whatnot on Natal Day!

Today my family and drove out to the coast to go on a lovely and relaxing 3 hour hike along some of the roughest terrain around. I'm joking about the roughest and the relaxing, it wasn't that bad but wasn't exactly a picnic either.
One thing about living at home this summer and being completely unfettered with a job is that I've been able to spend a lot of quality time with extended family and grandparents. Today, my 85 year old grandfather came with us, complete with walking stick. Every weekend I've been at one cottage or another with random relatives down from Ontario (more arrive on Thursday).

Stay tuned for exciting pictures to follow regarding my trip to Amherst to the home of the Arbuckle clan!

Duncan's Cove

Duncan's Cove