My cross country journey is over. I made it home a few days ago. This photo was taken while on the ferry to Vancouver Island. It took me 7 days to drive to the east coast, and over two months to drive home…with adventures along the way.
I experienced amazing hospitality, incredible rainstorms, floods and wildfires, hellos and goodbyes. I got to know some of my adult children so much better and helped with potty training my granddaughter, uncovered parts of a magical garden, learned about threshing.
And now I’m home, packing up my belongings to get my house ready for the house-sitter. I’ll be relocating for the rest of the year, in the city in the middle of one of the worst-hit areas of the wildfires. After a week of evacuation my son was just given notice that he could return home, although still on “evacuation alert”. Strange how news like that can be so exciting, yet devastating at the same time. But, it also means I now have a comfortable place to live for the next 4 months.
If I was born in a different century would I have been a nomad? My current home has felt more like “home” than anywhere else I have lived yet I am just as happy to be heading off again. Maybe I was meant to wander.
Reflections 
Sounds like you had many varied experiences and adventures on your epic trip across Canada and back. But just long enough to touch down, write, pack and move on to the next experience that awaits you. To tell you the truth, I think I was meant to be a wandered too. Free flow like a river. Wishing you the best. Take care.
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Thank you! I’ve lived here for almost 10 yrs which seems to be my limit!
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