The following two photo are awesome. They were taken on my iPhone at lunch the day we left. I worried so much about taking the kids into the city for nothing. We found a wonderful little cafe and thoroughly enjoyed our dining experience. The server could not have been more friendly. Not only did he speak perfect english he politely offered to store our stroller in back and promptly brought a high chair for Evan. He even brought Ava a darling dessert after her meal, complete with coloured feathers. It was such a pleasant ending to Paris.
I find it rather impressive that I took 4,518 photos on the trip and this was the last one before we arrived in Vancouver. Other than a rushed connection through Heathrow (just three days before the opening ceremonies) the return travel was rather unremarkable.
We had nearly two weeks to spend in Vancouver before our big migration across the border to Oregon. We rented a very spacious furnished two-bedroom apartment in False Creek overlooking Science World. It worked perfectly as a home base for wraping up loose ends and catching up with friends and the 2012 Summer Games. I have to admit it was pretty incredible to think "we were JUST there" while watching it on tv.
We managed to squeeze in several medical appointments for Evan as well as one final therapy session under the incredible benefit of a socialized health care program. I was starting to have serious doubts about your decision at this point.
I guess I kept putting off the fact that we were moving away. It really didn't hit me until a day or two before we left. We were so warmly welcomed back to Vancouver that it felt as much like home as anywhere. It is a spectacular city packed full of warm memories and life-long friendships. Words can express how deeply were are going to miss it.
I had been stressing for months about what it would be like to cross the border with the car, cat, two small children, a husband and the key to a POD of stuff that would follow in a couple of days. After a few brief (and slightly confusing) conversations and a quick stop to drop-off some paperwork documenting our "unaccompanied personal belongings" we were in Blaine getting gas. In less than ten minutes our move was officially offical. Ready or not, we were back in America about to play seven hours of "I spy with my little eye" on the road to the City of Roses.