We have given notice on our apartment. Our beatuiful and messed up apartment in Vanier. From giant bedrooms and a gorgeous kitchen to sprinting cockroaches and a neighour who never stops smoking in the apartment below . . .
In March I’ll be getting my scans, and then I’ll be getting results. I’ll also be packing up the entire apartment and moving everything into a storage facility. Because we want to go to Hungary in April. Big Z hasn’t seen his family for a year, and Lake Balaton has been lacking my good company. So whatever the news, we are going. For how long – I don’t know.
Chugga, chugga Train of Life, there you are going forward again – and as usual, I’m not sure what will come next!