I felt ambivalent about the drive to Vancouver the next day. It’s long, but not really that long. Long enough to listen to about 3 hours of music, 1 1/2 hours singing along to Ragtime – my favorite musical – and 3 vinyl café episodes. But not so long that you need to start out at the break of dawn or drive into the night. I had been somewhat anticipating the drive all week. Emile left ahead of me, and I am anxious for things to get started. But at the same time, I like Cranbrook and hanging out at home.
Home is stable. It doesn’t require me to learn the streets, or figure out who my dentist will be. I know where to get things, I know where to park if I want to head to the bank. It’s easy because I lived it. Vancouver not so much.
I put off packing much to my mother’s consternation. She asked me several times if I needed help. I think she didn’t like see things left undone when they could be . . . well.. . done.
September 13, 2012 Extra-Ordinary: Cranbrook isn’t home anymore.