p1000649_fotor Sometimes I wonder when my life will feel like my life again. Today I feel like a character in a movie script – something by Wes Anderson perhaps. In other words, completely absurd and surreal.

And yet, I keep reading my lines and entering and exiting the frame on cue. amazing!

Am I ready for my close-up yet, dahlings?

But seriously, what on earth am I doing in an RV park in Keremeos of all places? Well, heading back to the property, which, in two days, I must start referring to as “our” property.

Yesterday afternoon and this morning we did our utmost to get the RV ready to become Simon’s home for the next two months (or longer). So here we are – mission accomplished. And I am sitting here again, writing a blog as though no time at all has transpired between our last day on our summer road trip to right now. Strange thoughts circled through my head while I drove the car and Simon manhandled the RV up and down the passes: thoughts like, “Hey, when I leave in six days, why don’t I just drive home via Waterton Park?

If you check that on a map you’ll notice that Waterton Park is not actually on the way home and to say it’s a bit of a detour would be a tiny understatement.

Then I thought, well, I’ll drive back via Revelstoke – and I will. That one, at least, made a bit of sense.

Imagine me – being sensible. This is what I mean by my life being surreal.

Today Simon and I talked about the property and how I feel about it. I have come to the conclusion that I have feelings about it and I have thoughts about it and the two simply don’t mesh. My feelings are scary – my thoughts are good and logical. And so I will let my thoughts get the upper hand here. We all make decisions every day about how we are going to be and how we are going to feel. I am going to be positive. I can deal with my emotions. I have this life that I chose. And now, I choose to make it good.p1000650_fotor p1000651_fotor

About goodyniosi

Writer, avid(!!!) hiker - living life to the fullest. Love, life, bliss - getting high on getting high (in the alpine that is)
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