I could go to Canada...

You know, the last month or so would have been a great time to blog. Shame I didn't take advantage. It would have made quite interesting reading, if only I'd had enough time to get round to it. I had Bethany visiting me at my parents' place in Worksop for three weeks over Christmas, which was fantastic. It was one of the best Christmasses that I have ever had.
I think that the main contributor to that might have been that it was the last Christmas that I would spend with my family before I left the country to start my new life as a husband.

So, after my move back to small town life, Bethany and I headed to the airport, and boarded a plane bound for the big city. There were tears at the security check-in, as we said goodbye to my mum and dad; knowing that this was the biggest move that I would ever make. We went through, and several hours later we landed here in Toronto. At passport control I was diverted to speak to someone in immigration, and a number of questions later, I was given my voluntary work visa. I have the right to stay here for up to a year at present. Once Bethany and I get married at the end of February, we'll begin the process of applying for landed immigrancy.

So, I moved into my apartment. It's flipping huge! We still have a couple of little things to buy for it today, but it's pretty much perfect for what I need. I spent an excellent day with Jacob yesterday moving in and getting rid of some junk that was in here, and you can check out the fruits of our labours by watching this video.

Well, I'm here now. Nearly six years after I knew that I would live here, I've finally made the move. I start work on Monday, and preparations for the wedding are in the final stages; it's less than seven weeks until the big day. I'm still having a hard time realising that I'm not just visiting. Life is good...