But we are not there yet.
In fact, we are in Hope, in a motel room (a rather nice one) at the end of what feels like a very long day.
I cannot yet process what I am feeling emotionally. I am simply keeping my head down and putting one foot in front of the other. Don’t get me wrong – I’m happy and love this new adventure with Simon. But I also know that there are emotions roiling around inside that I simply don’t have the time to confront. I want quiet and space to feel them, think about them and put them to rest. I’m not going to get that in the next few days.
Today we got an early start and packed the truck. That process took until about 12.30 p.m. And boy – that truck was full to the rafters. I didn’t think I had very much – I have lived a pretty minimalist life. Still, once we added everything stored in the garage, there was a fair amount of stuff.
And then, finally we drove away after good-bye hugs and a last walk in the field with the dogs. Odd – can’t think about it right now. This is not a good time.
We arrived at the Departure Bay ferry at about 1 p.m. set for the 3 pm sailing which, due to all sailings being cancelled yesterday, was running late. In short, I didn’t unload from the ferry on the Mainland until 5.30 p.m. Simon drove the truck. I had the car with two dogs and a very large bag of chocolate – this latter item being of primary importance.
It was close to 8 by the time we checked into our motel. We grabbed a bite of dinner and now, we are starting to decompress. Sort of. I hope. Maybe.
Tomorrow, another long day: about 7 hours of driving and then unloading the truck and at the very least, setting up the bed.
Moving – the most fun you can have by driving your belongings and yourself crazy.