The Beginning.

QSo as many of you; my friends, family and avid Twitter followers will know, not long ago my boyfriend Danny, and I decided that we were going to move to Canada for the winter and embark upon our first ski season together. Heaps of excitement mixed with horrendous nerves and a ton of 'what the f@*k am I doings' I beat all the obstacles that blocked my path to start writing this post from the comfort of my couch in the stunning town of Banff with this bad boy of a view. Cannot fault my decision whilst looking at that, I'm sure you'll all agree.

For someone who has never left England for more than a 10 day holiday, let alone done a ski season I was, and to some extent still am absolutely terrified by the task that I have taken on. It's not one of those things that you can read up on and learn what you need to know to get through, it's kind of like being thrown in the deep end of a pool and having to make your way up to the top. Terrifying but at the same time a huge hit of adrenaline. It's a feeling I can't describe, and one I don't really think could be understood unless you go through such an experience. 

In the three days I have been here I literally have not stopped, and I am so unbelievably grateful that I have friends here who have walked me through everything from start to finish. Getting a bank account, a PO box address, health insurance, Canadian phone, job interviews, and of course going out skiing and visiting the local bars are just a few of the things that have been occupying my time. Oh and acclimatising to the -27 temperatures I've been waking up to. Unbelievable! 

I'm starting to feel settled and 'at home' as such now. My housemates are awesome, the area is beautiful and the jet lag isn't screwing me over too much - I really can't complain. I'm going to have so much to be posting on here in the coming days, weeks and months so I'll sign off with a couple of pictures that will make all you winter lovers jealous beyond belief. Enjoy.