That’s right, 7 days, 3000+ miles, and only rare bits of sanity lost along the way … and we’re finally in Canada!
The last day of our trip had the most gorgeous scenery yet. Really, the whole road trip just gets prettier and prettier and climaxes in the mountains of Washington with snow still on the ground right outside of your window and waterfalls cascading down rocks from rain and melting snow.
Which is completely impossible to capture on camera from a moving vehicle.
Oh, and with an excellent scenic pull off area.
But now that we’re finally here … well, it’s sort of anti-climatic. Maybe it’s because we hadn’t originally planned to cross the border yesterday afternoon but decided to push through at the last minute so my paradigm didn’t have time to shift. Or maybe it’s because I’ve just gotten so used to the routine of the road that my emotional inertia is still willing me forward, resisting being stopped. Maybe it’s just because it’s a lot to process, psychologically. But I’m kind of just … sad to be here. Or overwhelmed or something.
In a sense, the adventure is over (although, I know in another sense the adventure is just beginning). It’s been a long time since I had to adjust to such a big move, and I think the adaptation is going to happen slowly, in layers. Just trying to process the roads switching to kilometers instead of mph, and the vending machine not accepting my American dollars last night was a little too much for my brain. It’s like weenie culture shock. And now that this whole move-to-Canada thing is here in the flesh and not just an idea or a road trip, reality is setting in that we need to asap do things like .. um, find a job. And Husband starts classes Monday, which also brings the carefree adventure to a close.
Also, this place is pretty darn big, y’all. It’s been awhile since I had to adjust to that, also. I know that I’ll pretty quickly get used to the roads and learn how to get around town, but for today it’s just a big scary place that all looks the same.
Another weird stresser that you don’t expect is adapting, culturally. I mean, you might expect if if you were moving to a 3rd world country, but most people treat Canada and America like tomato, tamahto. But I find myself feeling paranoid and scrutinized. This area is, supposedly, know for being “snobby”. And, I don’t know if you know, but Americans have a pretty international reputation for being loud and obnoxious, so I’m more aware of my children acting like children in the hallways of Canadian Days Inn, etc.
I’m afraid of fitting some dumb, ignorant stereotype. My accent already makes me stand out again. I got used to blending in with that in Georgia. And I’m suddenly sorely more aware of my overweight status. I was often times on the “small” side of the norm in Georgia, but people are all crunchier and fitter up here, y’all. So I’m perfectly fitting the fat American stereotype, as well. And I found myself cutting up food at our continental breakfast that I would normally just eat with my hands. Because, ya know, I don’t want all the Canadians to think I’m a barbarian cavewoman and, ya know, maybe they don’t pick up strawberries and bite into them here, maybe they cut them up into refined bite-sized pieces first …
Anyway, that’s where my brain is today: complete mush and over analyzing. And my body is not much better, I’m seriously feeling the jet-lag. I could sleep all day. Funny that I didn’t really feel it until I got here, guess it’s the body’s way of helping you keep your crap together or something.
In a little while we have to check out of our hotel and mosey on over to meet the owners/residents of the house we’ll be renting starting in July. Gonna let the kids meet and greet and trampoline and such while the grown ups mingle and have lunch. Then early in the afternoon we’re supposed to be able to move into our temporary apartment in campus housing at the school Husband will be attending. We’ll be there for 5 or 6 weeks before we can move into our house. I don’t know anything more about the apartment right now other than it’s only 2 bedrooms, but since we don’t have anything but suitcases, and we’ve been 1 and 2 rooming it on the road for a week, what’s another month and a half?
Tomorrow I hope to venture out into the big scary city and do something adventurous and crazy like buy groceries.
Pray me luck, y’all. Seriously.