today gerry and i are leaving to go back to ireland. i wouldn't say i'm exactly happy about it. here's the thing, i'm not ready to move back here, but the two weeks that we've spent here haven't been enough either. well, my ass says it's enough... i gained a million pounds with all of the eating out we've done...but that's another story. we spent too much time in hope. despite the dump being a really romantic place, and my love of gerry needing to spit after giving me a kiss when cleaning out the basement and shed, i'd say hope was one of the less fun places this trip. games at the hotel were fun, and of course, getting everything done was a complete relief, but generally, not the greatest part of the trip.
things that were fun? seeing friends, eating out, sleeping in my lovely lovely bed, shopping and then doing it all again. showing gerry around and having everyone tell him that i do in fact have a sense of humour and that i'm really quite funny and that he should totally move to vancouver? all very fun.
i already miss you guys.
boo urns.
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