Day Eighty Eight

Hey, look at that. I have made it to Vanderhoof BC!

We arrived right on time, although the last leg of the journey was excruciating. We met the Quesnel (pronouncd Quen-el, took me a while to get that one!) group at the Prince George airport after an hour of waiting, then boarded a school bus (yup, a yellow, old school, straight up school bus) with them to Quesnel (1 hour and 30 minutes), back to Prince George (1 hour 30 minutes) then to Vanderhoof (1 hour). Thats right, four hours on that bus. It was freezing cold and very uncomfortable. Couple that with the fact of our sleeplessness, time change, irritability and you have a recipe for very cranky teenagers. We were exhausted by the time we reached our destination.

Kellie and I managed to get the room we had been dreaming of. I love my bed. It is very comfortable but seems to be missing something home made (hint hint, mother.. Haha). The house is huge in comparisson to our last one and the bathrooms and kitchen have so much counterspace, it feels like a mansion to me.

It comes with a guitar and two air hockey tables. I feel spoiled that I get to live here. Katimavik has really made me appreciate everything my parents have worked towards giving us. It is a lot of work for a home like mine in New Brunswick.

My Grandmother has a saying: You can do anything for a day, and I am learning that this is very true. Day by day we can get through not that badly, but when I look back, I get tired tinking of how much I have put into this project and this life. It is draining to know about everything that we have dealt with as a group. But we make it through easily because we all got eachother's backs.

Everyday is a new adventure, so No Worries