I'll be leaving Canada within the next couple days and embarking on a road-trip back to the states where I'll eventually end up in my new home of Lynchburg, VA to starting grad school in the spring.
As I packed up my things from the farmhouse today, I felt a tremendous sense of sadness. A sadness I have felt all too often all of the times I have said goodbye to a certain place or phase of my life. I have grown quite comfortable here, very accustomed to mom's home cooking, her big hearty breakfasts', her homeade hot chocolate, homeade bread, and the cozy movie nights movie watching with popcorn.
As I packed up my things, I sorted through boxes and boxes of pictures, old souvenirs, diaries, letters, and such that I have acumalated over the years. I suddenly felt overwhelmed to think of all the various phases of life I have already been through, all the places that have felt like home, all of the boyfriends and friends I have had, all of the adventures, all of the highs, and all of the lows.... and here I am, about to embark on a whole 'nother journey into a whole new phase. I didn't know whether to be happy or sad. Sentimental - that is how I feel - sentimental and overwhelmed with all the places and people and times of life that have my heart.
When we went to leave the farm, the van wouldn't start. The battery was dead. I was surprised at how quickly and effortlessly my mom and I got the truck, hooked up the cables, and got the van going again. Farm life always brings the unexpected and somehow something like a dead battery just doesn't seem like a huge setback anymore. The other day, we had to put a new tire on the tractor, hook up the rake to the tractor, and move the tractors into the quanset. It was incredibly windy that day and I felt like a real farm girl, out there in the wind doing all that work.
Yesterday we took an hour or so drive to the big city of Moose Jaw to go shopping. It had snowed the day before, so everyone was bundled up and it almost felt like Christmas already. We had coffee at Java Express, then went to the mall, and then to Walmart. It's amazing how fun it is to be in the big city after living in a rural area for so long. Something as simple as going to Walmart turns into a really pleasant ordeal. I bought two shirts that I love and a really cute shawl from Java Express.
I've been playing the guitar alot lately, and I brought a couple of diaries from the farm house to look through once I'm back in the states. I'm sad about leaving, but I'm excited about this new phase of life. I hope to finally start writing songs and more stories about my travels as I pull material from my diaries.
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