We headed down to the Opera House to see Soulwax/2 Many DJs.
It was the last time Alice and I would get to hug and rock at a concert venue. A sad moment, indeed.
I left early, and took myself home, since I had a whole day of packing ahead of me.
I spent 7 hours packing on Saturday, which was only punctuated by an unsatisfying veggie burger and onion rings at Mick E. Fynn's in the late afternoon sun. Sunday was the big move, and I admired Brie's and Mark's strength as they lifted my eight bajillion boxes of books down both flights of our stairs.
And early Monday morning, it was time to go home. Two years ago, when I flew home from Alberta, I was bumped from my flight. To this day, my mother is sure that I'm lying when I said I made it to the airport two hours early to check in for my flight. Because of this, I always take a picture of the time that I leave for the airport in the morning, to prove that if I get bumped from a flight, it's definitely not my fault.I was home.
But we stopped at all the tourist hot-spots on the way home; in Glendon to see the giant perogy, and in Vilna to check out the giant mushrooms. This sign in Vilna was my favourite, though. "Where are we? Did we just go back in time?" Alex asked me.