Not long now...

Here it is, our last week in the Okanagan! Last week the weather hit highs into the 30s. Yellowknife hit a high of +3. Thankfully this weekend cooled off down to the low 20s and to about 15ish during the night, which will make our Arctic transition MUCH easier!!

Elliott & I will be busy getting ready for Yellowknife this week, we both have two more shifts each at our workplaces and then the packers/movers will come and pack up our little nest! I am feeling happy/sad, scared/excited... so much will have changed in our lives by this time next week! We plan on spending next weekend in Edmonton, Elliott will spend time with his brother and uncle while I will be shopping and wedding planning with my best friend Kimmie!

The "kids" are all ready for the North, following are a few pictures of them in all their glory!

Here they are attempting to get used to their new "Muttluks"!

And here they are modelling in their brand new stroller... and yes, both times they are waiting to get treaties! (Hence the serious faces and perfect poses ;)

Now... we subjected Livvie to wearing all four for only a few mintues... but as you will see the results are prettttty funny!

Eleven Days Left in the Okanagan...

So here's a quick summary of ME and why I have decided to chronicle (blog) the next chapter of my life!

Born in raised in good old Nova Scotia, I lived in a few different communities but mostly grew up in Bedford. After graduating high school I set off to Pointe-de-l'Eglise (a teeny, weeny fishing community on la Baie Sainte-Marie with a teeny, weeny francophone university, Universite Sainte-Anne) where I completed a french dipolma and a BA.

Then I made the huge decision to travel to Penticton, BC to live with my fiance. We're now married, own a condo, have two adorable doggies and own two vehicles. Since moving across Canada wasn't enough of a change (oops, that's sarcasm!), we are now transferred to Yellowknife, NWT and have 11 days left in the beautiful, sun drenched Okanagan Valley.

One of my strongest childhood memories is when my dad was offered a promotional transfer to Tuktoyuktuk (sp?), NWT. Being 13, my daily concerns were limited. I lived to go to the mall, hang out with my best friend Erica, go to the theatre and babysit to make money to spend at the mall and theatre. The thought of moving to the Arctic literally sent icy chills of horror up and down my spine. I was certain there were no malls and no big movie theatres in Tuk... and that rendered me in almost a catatonic state of sheer horror. That same week, National Geographic arrived in the mail with a special on (of course)... the Canadian Arctic. This did not help my dislike of the concept of Arctic living and I am certain floods of hormone driven tears were shed in protest and fear.

Dad never did take that promotion and I am pretty certain he never intended to.

Thirteen years later, I find myself wondering if I am just meant to head north as this question was once again presented to me. After doing lots of research on Northern Living, I fully supported my husband in a transfer to Yellowknife. (NAT, they have Walmart!! You'll be FINE dear!!)

With eleven short days left in the Okanagan, I am overwhelmed thinking how darn fast the past two years have flown by. I have made amazing friends here and I am sure we will always stay in touch with them. I have an amazing appreciation for wine and actually like it when it is 35-40 degrees Celsius. What I like the most is my little family and I am completely excited for the next chapter in our life!

Stay tuned for more entries and I hope you all enjoy this! xoxo