When I'm Gone :)

Your background music for this blog:

I got my ticket for the long way round

Two bottles a' whiskey for the way

And I sure would like some sweet company

And I'm leaving tomorrow, wha-do-ya-say?

You're gonna miss me when I'm gone. I know I've been saying this for awhile, but 2014 will the year I figure out how to get out of here. Or I get pregnant. Obviously I vacillate between the two objectives of my life. On one hand, if I don't move to New York soon, can I ever really do it with a toddler? Not unless my *yet to be decided upon* baby daddy is filthy rich and willing to fund it. On the other hand, if I move to New York and don't get myself knocked up first, I might be too old to have a kid later. Life is complicated in your 30s. I mean, when you're 27. :)

So Christmas has come and gone, and I think all my exes texted, called or took me out for drinks (except Travis of course). While that might be a bit strange, I think it's a testament to what an incredible ex-girlfriend I am. (Ex being the operative word.)

Strangely, the Big Four have all recently found new girlfriends. It's strange because of the timing of it, not because these guys aren't awesome and can't get girlfriends. The American, Vienna, Steve and 27.  "Why do they get to be the Big Four?" Irish pouts. 

Because. I could see a future with each of these guys. I still can it seems, apparently as their friend who listens to them describe the lingerie they bought for their new girlfriend for Christmas. The friend they send the sonogram picture of their first baby to. The friend they like to still go skating with on Tuesday nights. The friend who writes and sends each of them a Christmas card and best wishes for the new year. The friend who will always love them and want nothing but the best for them, even if I haven't found my happy ending just yet. The fact that they all got in touch with me though, I think, means they miss me a little now that I'm gone. 

I think through all of this, the Universe was sending me a message this Christmas season. It's almost a new year, time to move on Margaux. For real. Blow them a kiss, wish them the best, be their friend if you like, send them a Christmas card every year for the rest of your life. But move on. 

My girlfriend, when I told her all the news, simply said: "Time to move to NYC :)". I think she's right. Toronto has been oh so good to me, and wherever I go, I'm pretty sure I'll come back here eventually.

But it might be almost time for a change. In the meantime, I got a gift card for Christmas and I booked a massage, mani and pedi for the day before New Years eve. Might as well face midnight - and whatever 2014 is bringing with it - feeling relaxed and having awesome red nails. :)