One week...

I'm engaged! Today is our "one week" anniversary. :)

Remember the last blog post I wrote? The one about how lucky I was to have such a great guy who was whisking me off to the mountains? Yeah. Well, turns out he's not only great, but he's also a bit of a schemer. That "innocent" trip to the mountains? Not so innocent at all. It was a set-up. He had the whole thing planned out to be 'the occasion" even though he was telling me that it was just an innocent escape.

Breakfast at the Banff Springs. Walking through the crisp air. And of course, a gorgeous ring. *sigh*



...I just realized I'm not even writing in complete sentences. Oh dear. Guess I'm a little smitten. And still in shock that he asked.

Anyways, we've been engaged for a week. We've set a date, booked venues and things are moving along nicely. Amazing how much can happen in such a short time.

I am a lucky girl

As I mentioned yesterday, I am blessed with an amazing boyfriend. Amazing. I'd put it in all caps and underline it in pink on a flashing neon background, but it would not be nearly enough to describe just how wonderful he is. Also, it's a bit ostentatious.

You know what he decided today? I'm getting too stressed out and worked up about things. He's decided I need a break. Tomorrow he's taking me to Banff for the day. A whole day in the mountains. What a sweetheart. (And so perceptive and kind too).

And, he called me "his girl" today. Awww.

It's been a year

What a crazy month it's been.

First, I miss the anniversary of my grandfather's death. I had a little tribute post drafted and then never posted it. Hopefully one day I will.

I miss the one year anniversary of my blog, and, more importantly, the chance to thank you for sticking with me. Thank you for caring about me enough to check in every so often and read about what's going on in my world.

Just this past week I missed another anniversary. The official one-year-since-I-left-for-Europe. Of course, that was the day that a massive cold front hit my part of the country and knocked out my internet for four days. (Too make matters even worse, the weather was in the positive digits in Vienna, with plenty of sunshine. Augh, why do I do this whole "living in Canada" thing?!)

My adopted Mom in Vienna e-mailed me to let me know I was missing the social highlight of the year, and she was fondly remembering experienceing it together last year.

For the record, I've been in 'partial' mourning for the past month. Not because my life is horrible, (it isn't, actually, it's going really well, I have an amazing boyfriend and things are getting serious, plus I'm doing contract work for a highly respected and influential organization), it's just that...sigh....

I miss so many things. My Opa, my Oma, my Grandma, my Onkle Oscar, my 'A' mom and dad, living in Vienna, fresh Nespresso Espresso (Ristretto of course, a lightly sour note and an intensive body...mmm), walking or taking transit everywhere, watching the sun set behind the Ratthaus, the heavy perfume of roses wafting through the Volksgarten, strolling along the River with D and S, moving to the music with K, dance lessons with Toni Braxton and L, wearing skirts everyday and not having to worry about nylons, sharing an appreciation for the finer elements of life with G, singing German worship music, going to open air concerts with thousands of attendees, exploring the streets and alleyways, drinking massive amounts of Red Bull to pull 21-hour days on four hours of sleep, exploring the largest shoe store in Austria, shopping at Müller, playing with Katze, have to go through the building door and up a flight of stairs before getting to my apartment, listening to Serbian music with the girls, talking with my 'A' mom and ... I could keep on going.


Is it possible to be homesick? I think I am.