Home

Hello Everyone, I'm home. Mostly. I'm actually writing this from the cottage, which is sort of a home for me. I suppose my apartment in Ottawa is my home, in as far as that's where my mail goes, but it doesn't have the emotional appeal of this place. And emotional appeal is a big part of what makes a home, home. What's it like being back after nine months of adventure? Eerie is the best way of putting it. Not in a scary way, more of a jarring, time dialating way. It's like this part of the world was on pause while I was gone, and is now playing again. It is all very familiar. I know where everything is, I know how to get around, I understand the vibe of this place. So much so, that it doesn't feel like I've left at all. I was last here in February, but it feels closer in time than any of the places I visited. Those were just a few weeks or months ago, but already seem very distant. I also now have to deal with the issues I put off until I got back. Finding a job, selling the camper, remembering to take a shower. One can only run away from one's problems for so long. Arthur seems pretty happy with things. It took him a couple of minutes to realize where we were when we first got here. Then he didn't quite know what to do with himself. Being home overwhelmed his little doggy brain, as my grandfather used to say. I'll post again with some stats and observations from the trip, but I'll end here with some appreciation for those who made this adventure happen. Thank you to my friends and family who have provided the support one needs when deciding to head out into the wild blue yonder. Thank you to those who stored my stuff, helped me organize a thousand little things I needed needed to do before I left, and who provided words of encouragement when I had doubts. Most of all, thank you to my parents, without whose assistance this whole adventure would not have been possible. Wes

Photos

I took the first one today, when the sun poked out for a minute and provided some nice diffuse light.

The second is of the camper off the truck when I first got back.

The last is of Arthur at his favourite dog park in Ottawa.