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Air Canada? More like Air Enjoy the Only Section of Ottawa International You Can Hang Out in While Your Flight is Nearly Canceled and When You Leave You Get the Little Planes to Boot-ada.

Rewind.

I took my passport out for a spin and flew to Toronto on Saturday, February 19th. That first night was spent waiting in a pizza place for our order and reacquainting our body parts once we got back to Manchester_Black's apartment. Let me just say one thing, here: I absolutely love this boy. I think I fill whatever neurotic, tightly-wound void that's in him because otherwise, I don't necessarily get why he's so into me sometimes. He's very different from what I'm used to and I appreciate it, even if I tend to make country-boy jokes. (Okay, that was more like three things, but still.) He's wonderful.

From the night I arrived until about midnight, the 24th, we were in Toronto and packing him up for his move to Edmonton. He put together a little surprise dinner for me, where FreakPirate, radiofrank and Petor showed up. I didn't think I'd get to see them while we were in Toronto, so I was very happy when they waltzed in and stood next to our table. Other than that, all we did in Toronto was run out to stores for boxes, tape and plastic wrap, get in each other's way when trying to pack everything, and touch.

We had a flight to catch and were out the door at 5:30am Thursday. Having slept on the floor just hours earlier, we woke up cold and achy. But once we got to Edmonton, The Boyfriend's mom picked us up at the airport and took us out for breakfast. I couldn't get over how warm it was even though the temperature hovered just above freezing. And sky...well, there's a lot of it out there.

We walked around the neighborhood a few times and I managed (not too quietly) to stay in once piece and not break any bones by falling on the ice that seemed to cover every single sidewalk in town. The night after we arrived, his family and their very Canadian-accented friends took us to watch a U. of Alberta Pandas game. I don't know how crazy I am about female hockey, because I like when men hit each other, and at the Pandas game, there was a definite lack of it. Afterward we all went for dinner, and my boyfriend and I ogled our waitress.

Saturday we walked around the world's largest mall. Monday he took me to The Provincial Museum of Alberta, where I hated the bug room but enjoyed everything else. Once we left, we walked around Edmonton and I was happy to be around commercial buildings that had more than three floors. That evening we all had a good cry in a movie theater with FreakPirate and his friend.

Then it was time for me to sit around parts of Canada and go home.

Yesterday morning, Boyfriend and his mother drove me to the airport where I was willing to forsake my citizenship and live illegally in his basement rather than get on my flight. But I got on my flight. Some mediocre airline breakfast, unsteady naps, and I land in Ottawa. My connecting flight to New York wasn't supposed to leave for about three hours, so I took my time getting through Customs. Once seated near my gate, I basically did nothing but read most of David Sedaris's Me Talk Pretty One Day. Instead of boarding around 5:30, we did at 7:30 due to snow in the area and an overall botch in communication. The plane was small and I hated it, particularly after we were stuck idling on the runway for an additional two hours. I didn't get in my house until about a quarter to midnight.

That feeling of being home again after a very pleasant trip is creeping up on me; it's like an entire body sigh. So before I get mushy, I'll send you here to look at pictures.