Just in time

The fall I endured on my way to work that chilly Tuesday morning has changed everything from the way I brush my teeth to where I lay my head at night. The reality is that returning to Ontario was the best idea since I was now on crutches and barely grasping to the last few dollars I had to survive, let alone pay for taxi's and appointments. As much as the guilty feeling of defeat swirled in my stomach I knew I had to do what was needed in order to return to 'normal daily life' as soon as possible. Little to my knowledge the wait for an MRI in Ontario would be way longer than expected and the pricey road to recovery had only begun...

Who knew?

This part of the story begins with my friend and I deciding to take our lives by the horns and make something of ourselves. On a sunny September Saturday afternoon my friend Lindsay and I devised a plan to move across the country to try something new. 3 weeks later we had the car packed with our most priced possessions, cat and dog. We ventured on a journey that would surely change both of our lives. Taking the everyday life we knew oh too well in Ontario to something that scared us yet enthralled us in Alberta. After a month of living in Leduc with some very gracious friends we had almost planted our wee adventurous feet in the 'City of Champions', Edmonton. Less than a month later, before I could even comprehend what had actually happened I was in the emergency room with an injury that would be sure to put me back in my humbled little body. "I fell running to a bus" has been a sentence I've probably said over a thousand times in the past 3 months. Who knew that running to catch a bus to go to work could change my life in an instant...