Day Eighty Six

Here I sit, in the Vancouver Airport. I have eleven people's carry ons strewn around me, as I sit on the floor next to the garbage bin. From here we are to fly Prince George, and board a bus to Vanderhoof. We are schedualed to arrive at our new home at 9:30, local time, but to us it will feel like much later. This morning, yesterday morning.. I don't remember any more.. We left at 2 in the morning, on a greyhound bus with all the other groups. We drove three hours (three hours that I don't remember since I passed out on the guy beside me as soon as we boarded the bus) destined for Montreal Airport.

Saying good-bye to the other groups was hard. Such bonds were built over the the three months between the houses. Our Project Co-ordinator, the woman in charge of the three groups, said that she had never seen three houses get along so well. I cried a little saying good bye to Beauport and Levis. I know that I will have to see some of them again.

Katimavik is such a family that while in the airports, if we saw the tell tale orange and green Circle square (or even just a large group of lost looking kids or age) we would slyly say "Katimavik?" just loud enough so they would hear us. We always were greeted with a smile and often hugs. I am sure that this will continue as long as Katimavik does.

We still have five hours of travel left which really doesn't sound like much, but when you consider we have already traveled for around ten hours, and I am running on 2 hours of sleep for 30 hours, I am exhausted and I feel like I will never reach Vanderhoof, I will just go on buses and planes for the rest of my shuffled life.

Living in Quebec City for so long has atuned my ears to listen for English as a sign that some one is talking to me. Because of this, now that I am in British Columbia, and the official language is again English, I feel like I am eavesdropping on all the conversations around me. This level of comprehensionis bizzare.

My plane is boarding soon, and after this hour and a half flight, an hour lay over, and a four hour bus drive, I will again be "home". Wish me luck

Everyday is a new adventure, so No worries