Our trip home was relatively easy, but long. It took 15 hours to get to Vancouver and then another hour to get home via a shuttle bus and float plane.
I’ve been trying to shake off my traveling cloak and acclimatize myself to my normal life. But then what’s normal?
That’s what I love most about traveling. Being away gives me a better perspective on life, or at least a different one. I’ve come back refreshed, with a more relaxed attitude about what’s important. In terms of my writing, my characters have been playing in my head for thirty days, and I can’t wait to get them back onto the page.
I was awake a good part of the first night. About two in the morning I got a craving for Timmy’s which seems odd after a month of drinking gourmet coffee and dining on fine cuisine, but that’s what I wanted. I fought the temptation until six. Then I snuck out, so I wouldn’t wake PJ and see him make a face when I told him what I was up to.
Did you know that when you visit Tim Horton’s at dawn there’s a local paper on every table. Nice eh! I sat reading the local news, about a horrific car crash on the Malahat mountain pass and the big Big Bird hullaballoo in the states. I devoured an egg and bacon biscuit with a French Vanilla coffee which tasted oddly wonderful. Home.
The sun rose on our sleepy town. I went for a long walk along the seawall. The deciduous trees are turning vibrant shades of yellow, orange and red, off set by dark green conifers. The ocean was still. Boats of all shapes and sizes were moored and silent. The coastal mountains looked regal in the distance. I drank in the quietness of my west coast life.
A few walkers were out. Almost every one of them wished me a good morning. It’s good to be home.
Note: pics from my cell phone.