I am back from vacation. Hence the title of this post. We travelled to Toronto for a week in order to see the in-laws, especially the freshly minted nephew my sister-in-law bore into the world on May 3rd. My nephew Cole. He is probably the most well behaved baby this side of the equator. Interestingly he does seem to have a visceral hatred of the 401. But who is to blame him? Anyone who has driven that monstrousity of a motorway shares the sentiment.
I had a wonderful time, and it all ended too quickly. Especially when you consider that two days of travelling (one split with hell at the US Passport Agency) and 20 hours of work on a ultra rush, ultra high priority what not that required I take a company laptop and work a 12 hour Friday at the farmhouse. But never the less it was a good time.
There was of course the pleading. The near constant drone of my in-laws making the case for me to move to Canada. For me to embrace the red stylings of the wintery north. I love them all dearly. But it is just not in my “five year plan”.
