Tues, Oct. 28
... When it comes again...
I think that, in some ways, my least favorite part of the drive home from Vancouver is once we hit Banff. It's like that last hour is the transition, and there's a bit of a let-down about it.
The drive through the mountains is just so gorgeous, and there's something about the two-lane, winding highway that's very secluded, protected, and wild, almost. Once you hit Banff, the highway splits, and even though we're still in the mountains, it's the transition. We're hitting the foothills and coming out of the magic, into everyday life. There's less than an hour left, and the end of a great drive is imminent.
It's like that's the point of no return. Although I suppose that, from Vancouver, that would more realistically be Kelowna. Still, until that point, it feels like it's okay to turn back and delay the inevitable going home.
I'm going back. Soon. Much more often than I have in the past. For many reasons, not the least of which is the beauty. I love the drive, I love the city, and I want to spend more time there. Soon. We'll be going back.
There's so much more to say, but there's so much to process, and it'll come in time. I've worked through a lot of it, but I can't write about it yet. At least, not here. :o)
One year ago today: Sometimes, I think it's funny how life goes. Lynsae and Jereme started dating the same day that Brian and I did. Our lives have gone in such different directions since then. They've been working all that stuff out for the past almost 3 years, and we haven't been together for the past 2 years. It's interesting. We all went into it with different expectations, pasts, issues, excitements, and fears, and we've all come this far changed in a lot of ways. They're not at all what any of us expected them to be, though, when we started dating on Feb 13, 2000. Weird... it's so strange to think of.
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posted at 10:54 a.m.
