Is she new here?

So I moved to Edmonton two weeks ago from BC. Two whole weeks ago. This is coming from a girl that would go home at midnight to sleep in her own bed from sleep-overs when she was a kiddie. What would make me move to a place where there is no Momma and no mountains? My Chicken. Yup, it would be his fault. No, not his fault. After all, who could blame the most genuinely, all around, as perfect as they get, little boy to fall for me. No, again, it was just fate. The sick kind of fate that people smile plastic looking smiles, while watching in disgust the two of the cutest love birds in the corner, whom have their own language and talk mushily to each other. I just love that sick kind of fate. You dream about it happening some day, and then right out of no where, when you least expect it, it smacks you over the back and chucks you off of a 100 ft. cliff, falling madly, and deeply.. to your death. Just kidding, again. Deeply in love, actually. Yes, it does exist. And it only exists once you think that you are as happy as you can ever be.
This is kind of nice. Being able to vent to countless amounts of people, most of whom one will ever meet or hear from. A blog is also nice because I can use endless amounts of pink (not that it has ever stopped me before anyways).
So, as I was saying, I moved to Alberta from BC. I paused university, quit my job, packed my bags, leaving my momma and the castle in which I used to live in. I loved it there. That was the hardest thing I've ever had to do, and the biggest change -- ever. All of which is worth it. Not that my momma is irreplaceable. Just that, my life had to begin, and knowing that the best thing that I had ever come across was waiting for me (with a very good job of his own), here in Alberta. Cute, hey? Ok, fine. Say what you want, but I think it's super cute. Me and my Chicken. I've encountered numerous obstacles since I've arrived. Finding a job, getting lost, getting lost, not knowing where I am half the time, getting lost, getting lost. I did, however, find a job in the first two days of living here. I ended up choosing one about six days after being here (yup, I said choosing, it was nice, too). I work in a mall, in a classy little fashion boutique. You might have heard of it. If you do come in, I'm quiet one with sore feet (breaking in new pairs of cute little leather flats is another obstacle all in it's own).
There you have it. A little chunk of my life chucked into cyber space for all the normal people, gamers, perverts, bored people, celebreties (haha, ok fine), relatives, friends, government officials, psycho analysts , taxi drivers, McDonalds employees etc. to read.
Have a lovely afternoon.