Oh people, it's been too long. I've vanished from bloggersphere for months now. It started with a move from Stratford to Waterloo when I was... eight months pregnant. I know - insane. When my brother and sister-in-law moved at six months pregnant, I was Judgy McJudgypants, wondering what the heck they were thinking. Never in a million years did I think I would be in their shoes, packing up boxes and watching my dear husband orchestrate our biggest move yet. Only pregnant-er.
Then came Christmas. And New Year's Eve, the day our precious daughter decided to make her debut. Carry the colic and a winter that felt like it would last centuries. Baptisms, birthday parties (our first-born turned 2), and here I am. I'm actually not sure where this blog is going anymore, but if you're patient with me, maybe we'll figure it out together.
So, let's talk about my new old city: Waterloo. Having grown up here, I'm surprised at its refreshing revitalization. Or maybe I'm also seeing the city in a new light since children. My days have been spent exploring Waterloo's many playgrounds and trails, the Waterloo Tennis Club (a return after 20 years - I can't even believe that), the St. Jacobs Market (YUM! More on that later. Oh, and our son is fascinated with taking the train there), Waterloo Park, The Museum, Vincenzo's, Thrive, The Bauer Kitchen, La Patisserie, City Cafe Bakery, Stork, and Romeo Salon and Spa. I've joined a great book club, met some amazing neighbours and I'm consistently amazed at the beautiful mature trees in my neighbourhood and the quality of life Waterloo has to offer.
I'm looking forward to this month's Uptown Waterloo Jazz Festival, and next month's Kitchener's Blues Festival.
All's well in Kitchener-Waterloo. And it's good to be home.
