so bearing my last ration of Tim Hortons (sesame seed bagel, toasted and a candian maple donut) all stored safely in my carryon for my 11 hour lay over in Los Angeles airport, I am sitting at the internet terminal in Vancouver international using my last canadian loonie to blog for the last time for a little while in beautiful Vancouver. The sun has just come out (through some rather appropriate grey clouds and drizzle) and my coffee from the 24 hour place that Rachel knows en route to the airport is just kicking in.
Have been up for 24 hours so far, and am due to fly in 51 minutes to LA aboard the lovely Air Canada. Thankfully my two gigantor bags didn't get weighed and got checked straight through so I can pray and then wait to pick them up in Auckland without a worry. She'll be right, right?
It's bitter sweet to leave, to be so excited I can't sit still that I am coming home and then so sad I'm teary eyed (though i guess i could blame the caffiene) that I am leaving this home. Have had too many teary hugs and goodbyes in the last 4 weeks staggering it all out as I floated from house to house and person to person, and yet am excited that in the next few days there are certain to be some teary reunions.
It was so strange packing stuff up, dividing things into the "need, take back to NZ" and "it'll keep, store in Vancouver". Having 2 dressers, one filled with stuff and a box of clothes in storage on the other side of the world is just the first nervewracking step to a two year commitment I am both excited and jittery to make. But here's to obeying and waiting and praying and hoping.
I miss Vancouver and Canada already, but can't wait to see home sweet home.
Ok, my loonie is officially done.
See you on the flip side