My cell phone contract expired on Sunday. I went into my existing cellular company to see what offers they might have for me in order to keep my business (none) and also stopped into the Apple store to play around with the new iPhone. Me being the genius that I am I finally remembered that on Saturday it was officially three years since I moved to Calgary. Growing up I moved around A LOT and there weren’t very many places that I lived in past the three year mark. Somehow or other three years in one place feels like a big milestone for me. The only other spots that have made the milestone?
- Bogota, Colombia (3 years, 3 months…I think…)
- London, England (5 years, 2 months…or so…)
- Vancouver, British Columbia (6 years, minus a few months for a work stint in Rocky Mountain House, AB and Houston, TX)
Aside from the obvious that I am now free to sign a new 3 year cell phone contract and that my 3 year financing term is 6 days away from being complete this time of year seems to play host to a lot of various anniversaries.
- 8 years of being out of university, working in the industry. Hard to believe I have been out of school for that long!
- 6 years ago my brother and sister-in-law got married!
- 6 years since the Okanagan Mountain Park fire. It never directly threatened my parents thankfully. Unfortunately there is another scary fire at the moment…
- 3 years ago we lost my Aunt Mary to lung cancer. She was also my godmother. In many ways she was the social butterfly of my mom’s side of the family. She was always the one to make sure family was together for various holidays. When I was in second year in university my parents were overseas, but I was still living in the family home, commuting an hour and a half each way to school (it is normally a 30-40 minute drive, rush hour is just that bad in Vancouver). The long commute…the living far away from my classmates in an empty house…and second year being one of the toughest years in engineering all made for tough times. She was always there for me, ready to chat or to feed me a home cooked meal. I miss her a lot. Here’s me, my mom, my Aunt Marjut (my dad’s sister and my other godmother) and my Aunt Mary the day I graduated from The University of British Columbia.