Today is Monday and it’s also Maren’s first day of work in New York City. That’s right, she has finally decided to reject Canada the way it has long been rejecting her and she is going to live in the City and work here.

For those of you worrying that this means an impending Perrett divorce or some other marriage issue, it does not. Maren and Jeff are both going to live here year-round and Jeff will go back to Montreal in season and Maren will come up to see his games. Aparently, there are several players whose families don’t live in the area. So, no worries on that front.

How excited are we all, as Americans, to have Maren back in the fold?  I mean, weren’t you all secretly worried that they’d close the border and she’d be stuck up there forever? Or that she’d have kids in Montreal and they’d be evil french-speaking little bastards? No, just me? Well, I still think it’s great to have her back in her homeland.

And, how nice will it be for her to be in a place that does not reject her? She wanted a job in Montreal and tried for two years to get one and they wouldn’t hire her. She tries for two days in NYC to get a job and she is welcomed with open arms.

And sure, New York is a bit tougher than Montreal, but when you’re being yelled at by a crazy person on the subway or a rat scurries in front of you or someone tries to poke out your eye with a poorly placed umbrella, at least you know they are all Americans and they all speak English-and yes, i’m willing to bet that these rats speak english-they’re smart little buggers.

Let’s take a minute to really appreicate how great I think this is. In 2000, I moved to Weatherford, Oklahoma to go to college. So that means that for 9 long years Maren and I have had at least an hour, if not 22 between our homes. And now, she’s here. In my city. In my home (for now) and it’s just so great to think about! As if that wasn’t great enough, with Maren moving here, it finally brings Everyone back together again (Brianne, Zak and Maren) like we were in our glorious high school days. I can only imagine the stupid but fun things we will get ourselves into (it’s sort of what we’re good at) and can’t wait. But this time, we have money and no curfews.