I'm flying back to Vancouver tomorrow, my return flight booked for July 3rd. My eyes well as I type this, I hate to be gone from M and A for so long, but this is what I need to do. The good news is that staying until July 3rd means that my sister is rallying and my little family will fly up to BC once miss A is finished with the school year as planned.
I have specific tasks this time, tasks that leave me with a heavier heart if that's even possible. Much of this trip will be flying by the seat of my pants, unplanned and way outside of my comfort zone.
I woke up this morning before the birds; my brain set to 'hit the ground running' even before my eyes were opened, as I plan what to bring, what do I need to take care of from here, so I can be gone for the next month seamlessly. I'm as fragile as I've ever been and yet my heart and soul are girdled by a gilded cage made of the finest steel.
I can do this. Because of good friends in Vancouver that will support me and the beauty of serendipity that has D and Dpassing through Van-town on their way back home, certain to catch me if I fall.
