Sooner or later the road ends
Back in Vancouver today and it’s a typical blustery wet fall day. I really like Vancouver and enjoy being here, but I can’t shake the thought that Victoria is just over the horizon, something you can’t see but can’t possibly forget, like a dead skunk in a closet.
I’m horrified to come home. I know it’s irrational, that things will be very different now that mom has gone into care, but much of the last 2 years In Victoria have been a special kind of misery, that cost me my physical, emotional and spiritual health. It’s like returning to the scene of the crime, where you got a shitkicking that brought you within an inch of your life. The memories are still so fresh, still wounding.
Back in Canada, a half a day’s drive from home. It’s been 6 weeks and yet hardly feels like we started. I could do this for a very long time.
In the beginning it was tough doing the wandering stuff, but we’ve found our groove and it’s a delightful one. Tracy and I are closer, we understand each other better, life’s speed has slowed to a crawl, and peace is a lot nearer to us both. Of course we have had our trials, mostly with getting the kinks out of Thunderbutt – I’m considering changing her name to the Millennium Falcon – but that’s all been part of the adventure. Of course it didn’t always feel like it at the time, but it now feels an accomplishment to have driven over 5,000 km with a 41-year-old motorhome.
It’s been over a month now since this trip started in earnest, and I can feel myself coming down, finding a little more grounding. We have seen an endless stream of fantastic vistas and sublime, natural environments, and even a couple of grizzlies in the wild. It’s all been good healing for the both of us. Continue reading