Today wraps up my two-month stint in Nova Scotia. Depending on my job situation, I’ll be back.

The whole time I’ve been here, I’ve been casually mooching off two of my best friends – Joanne and Cailin. Joanne doesn’t read this blog, so I decided to pay tribute to Ms. O’Neil.

How has she made the past two months amazing? Here’s how.

I’ve been actually staying in Eastern Passage with Jo, which is about a 30 minute drive in the middle of nowhere, outside Halifax. This includes a bridge toll fare of $0.75 each way. Cailin has literally made this trip at least four times a week to bring me back and forth to the city. And up until yesterday, she never once complained. (Yesterday she claims she got stuck in a time warp. It happens.)

Bosom buddies. I mean beer.

I’ve also spent a fair amount of time crashing at her house in the spare bedroom, particularly during our evening beer excursions. Not once has she complained about my backpack regurgitating its contents all over the bedroom floor, nor has she said anything about my crappy upkeep of the house. In fact, she’s even cooked me breakfast and/or made me supper almost every single day, including an incredibly epic turkey dinner.

Fit for a king. Wait, queen.

Then there’s the time she drove me all over Nova Scotia, from Halifax to Shubenacadie, then from Halifax to Guysborough, Prince Edward Island and beyond. She’s also force-fed me beer on a regular basis.

We’ve literally become two peas in a pod. When a friend of mine ran into her downtown one night, he immediately asked, “Where’s Candice?” Sigh.

Cailin's fault. Thursday night. Oompf.

Not bad considering we only met five months ago via Twitter. I’ve tried my best to repay her by being a pleasant companion, purchasing gift cards and sometimes a meal, but one day when I’m rich and famous, I promise her a trip around the world.

Disclaimer: Please do not take this as an invitation to personally mooch off Ms. O’Neil and her residence.

Enroute to Newfoundland for a rest. BRB, Halifax.