This morning I woke up before even the sun did; I had to so I could be ready to leave nice and early for Spokane. After showering and reluctantly finishing my packing, I sat down on the balcony with a good ol' cup of Joe. The sunrise this morning had been breath taking. The sky, the light blue of early morn was streaked with streams of cotton candy pink clouds. The waking sun glowed gold from the horizon of the rocky mountains: it was beautiful. I like to think of it as a farewell gift from Cranbrook, an image to leave with of my beautiful home. I'm missing it already...
Dad and I drove the nice roads to Kettle Falls together (the boys knocked out in the back), to a little town just across the border. Although it was long, I didn't mind because it meant I could spend more time with my dad before I wouldn't see him for three months. Once we got to the small american town, Mom and I had to go through all our stuff, figuring what we would take, what we'd leave behind. I'll post the pictures in the gallery. Oh, what a sight! Ha! We had like twenty different bags all sprawled out underneath an old oak in a small public park/field place. We had things laying here, there and everywhere. For a couple hours we sorted and sorted and sorted till I was ready to fall flat on my face with utter exhaustion. Oh, did I mention I was up at 5 in the morning? Sorry, forgot about that little tidbit.
Finally, we finished, just before our shuttle bus arrived which was going to carry us off to our hotel in Spokane where I am half-awake writing this. I cried when we left, saying goodbye to Dad was about just as hard as saying goodbye to the rest of my family back at home. Then I cried harder at the thought of where we're going, and more so, how long and how far I'd be from my house, my town. my family. All that's familiar to me is being traded for something new, and right now, with the wonder of what's to come looming unexpectantly, all I want is to be snuggled up in my bed in my room back in Cranny. I miss it so much already, all of it: For the first time in my life, I'm homesick...and it's only the first day. I think it'll get better as I familiarize myself with my new surroundings, as I settle in; but for now, I'll be sad and disoriented with all the traveling of today and tomorrow. It's going to be my biggest trip in my life... my longest plane ride, and my first time being off of this continent.
Well I can tell you now, my butt's going to be as sore as ever once tomorrow's through. 7 hours in a plane! 7! Right after a 2 hour flight and a 5-6 hour layover in Denver. Hallelujah this is gonna be fun. Cranky, hungry, tired children cramped in airports and planes for an entire day. Oh goody! I can't wait! Seriously, I'm jumping with vigorous excitement! -___- .....Ahhhhh, please kill me now. Ugh, just thinking about it makes me wanna run away crying May Day. Oh give me strength and patience...cause I'm gonna need it.
Good night my happy campers at home...be thankful ;) lol
Yours truly (or as close as I can be atm),
Lexie <3
Dad and I drove the nice roads to Kettle Falls together (the boys knocked out in the back), to a little town just across the border. Although it was long, I didn't mind because it meant I could spend more time with my dad before I wouldn't see him for three months. Once we got to the small american town, Mom and I had to go through all our stuff, figuring what we would take, what we'd leave behind. I'll post the pictures in the gallery. Oh, what a sight! Ha! We had like twenty different bags all sprawled out underneath an old oak in a small public park/field place. We had things laying here, there and everywhere. For a couple hours we sorted and sorted and sorted till I was ready to fall flat on my face with utter exhaustion. Oh, did I mention I was up at 5 in the morning? Sorry, forgot about that little tidbit.
Finally, we finished, just before our shuttle bus arrived which was going to carry us off to our hotel in Spokane where I am half-awake writing this. I cried when we left, saying goodbye to Dad was about just as hard as saying goodbye to the rest of my family back at home. Then I cried harder at the thought of where we're going, and more so, how long and how far I'd be from my house, my town. my family. All that's familiar to me is being traded for something new, and right now, with the wonder of what's to come looming unexpectantly, all I want is to be snuggled up in my bed in my room back in Cranny. I miss it so much already, all of it: For the first time in my life, I'm homesick...and it's only the first day. I think it'll get better as I familiarize myself with my new surroundings, as I settle in; but for now, I'll be sad and disoriented with all the traveling of today and tomorrow. It's going to be my biggest trip in my life... my longest plane ride, and my first time being off of this continent.
Well I can tell you now, my butt's going to be as sore as ever once tomorrow's through. 7 hours in a plane! 7! Right after a 2 hour flight and a 5-6 hour layover in Denver. Hallelujah this is gonna be fun. Cranky, hungry, tired children cramped in airports and planes for an entire day. Oh goody! I can't wait! Seriously, I'm jumping with vigorous excitement! -___- .....Ahhhhh, please kill me now. Ugh, just thinking about it makes me wanna run away crying May Day. Oh give me strength and patience...cause I'm gonna need it.
Good night my happy campers at home...be thankful ;) lol
Yours truly (or as close as I can be atm),
Lexie <3