Getting around

“You can’t keep the birds of sadness from flying over your head, but you can keep them from nesting in your hair.”

~Sharon Creech, Walk Two Moons

On Saturday we drove to the airport to pick Parker up after his business trip to England. As we drove, I was surprised by the darkness of night. The airport is thirty minutes outside of Halifax and once you start driving out of town, you feel like you have left civilization; no lit up buildings along the way, street lights or cars on the road.

You also know you are “out there” when you encounter the Gas Station/Subway combo.

Here we are waiting in the car queue for flight arrivals

Aside from Ellinor screaming the entire car ride home, airport pick up is a breeze.

Halifax and its surrounding cities are pretty easy to navigate and I am slowly getting my bearings.  I have always found the easiest way to become acclimated to my new surroundings is to identify the good shopping areas and start driving. Pretty soon the freeways and roundabouts do not seem so foreign.

The girls and I did just that on Sunday.  We spent far too long in Lush and Elsa bought a black hair scrunchie. I’m still not on board with all the nineties fashion that is coming back…high waisted mom jeans and crushed velvet? Stop.

We ended our day at the old familiar, Starbucks with some Passion Tea and Frappuccinos. And no, my name isn’t “Metsy.” (see pic below)

It was a great girl day. It felt even better to get out of the house having been parenting solo all week long.