USSR. Canada. They’re both up north. The sun doesn’t rise as early here. That’s one big difference. Roads are better. I guess I’ll notice more as time goes by.

I was ultra surprised to find myself rather emotional to leave Denver, a city which has become my second home since I’ve laid down a lot of roots there. I must have seemed brisk as I said my goodbyes to Lisa Jensen at the airport because I was holding back tears, like choking them down. I probably looked like a sad excuse of myself as I was herded threw security. At the same time, my emotions were rather overwhelming as I entered into the country of which I’m a fierce patriot. I LOVE Canada. I received the warmest welcome in the history of the earth with my nieces and nephews running into my outstretched arms, yelling my name. There was even a banner spelling, “Happy Birthday Katie.” What a big surprise! Yes, back in Calgary. I miss my husband BIG TIME! Come home Conor!! I’m going to start a petition or a weekend walk to bring Conor home. Ha!

I definitely have my list of things that I miss about Denver, like my pal Hendrix and his mom, my best friend. And Crestmoor ward and all the fun we have. Sigh. I’ll be back! I promise!