In Edmonton

There is something sooo nice about being "home." Being picked up from the airport by your parents and brought home to a steak dinner...very nice. And don't worry, I had a few very nice bottles of wine to go with it.

I've left the world of Kraft Dinner, and entered the world of aged cheddar.

Gone is the world (for 2 weeks at least) where "decorating" entails stacking my textbooks in a neat pile instead of leaving them scattered over the floor. Here, my newly redecorated room has a definite spa feel, complete with a vase of fresh white rosebuds in my bathroom. Oops, just had my blogging interrupted by a call downstairs to eat my poached eggs on toast, cooked just the way I like it.

I'm living a tough life, aren't I?

Yesterday was a lovely Father's day, one of the first ones I've gotten to spend with my Dad in person in a long time. My brother and his girlfriend came up from Calgary to surprise them, and we had a lovely brunch and sat out on the patio with some beers, luxuriating in the lack of smog and humidity.

Then we went out to meet the majority of our extended family out at my Grandpa's cottage, which was amazing as usual. The weather was beautiful, and the food was great, and it was nice to catch up with everyone.