During a quick pit stop in Terrace for fuel and provisions I decided to message my friend who lives on Haida Gwaii. Excited and proud I had to share the love. Her response was more than disheartening.
We missed the ferry.
Packing, a chore most people I know despise, but for some crazy reason I take a bit too much pleasure in finding new ways to cram as many things as possible into a tiny space. To say that I find it fun to pack the little things would be a bit of an understatement. The pure joy I get out of finding unique places to put things together, that you wouldn’t normally see combined, might even be considered a bit ridiculous. All in the name of not wanting to waste space.
Due to the high cost of traveling via ferry it’s become even more important for us to utilize our space as best we can. Like most people who move we are downsizing and getting rid of as many things as possible but lets face it, we’re still going to bring stuff and stuff takes up room. Or does it?
I have to admit I’ve been feeling rather sorry for myself lately. Yes I know I’m embarking on a rather huge adventure and I should be happy to get to the grindstone and make it happen but truth be told, I’m rather exhausted, and working with a partner is always better.
Right now I find myself missing my companion, my husband, the one who’s supposed to be here helping me clean up our mess so we can adventure towards our new life together
Normally I would be brewing up more coffee and resorting to a caffeine induced energy surge. This no longer seems to be an option though. The last cup of coffee I consumed made my heart do all sorts of funny things, which I found rather terrifying to say the least. So, no more coffee until the stress of change has mellowed a bit.
Now what? No coffee, no energy and so much work to do.
This is a job for big girl panties!
Hi, I'm Cyndi Bird, hobby homesteader, aspiring writer, amature photographer, art and craft enthousiast and wanna be cook.