'Twas the Night Before Departure...

Not really, it's actually 2 nights before departure, but it might as well be one. That "harried" feeling is sneaking up on me. It feels like I've been rearranging cupboards and packing for days, yet all I see is what still needs to be done. Well, I've done this often enough to recognize the stages of departure (I'm making this up as I go, but the stages are there nonetheless). This is the reckless stage. During the early stage (when I start packing) I'm meticulous and everything I want has it's place in my luggage. The reckless stage begins when I realize that both suitcases are full to maximum capacity, overweight, and most of my earthly belongings are still lying on the bed! Quite a bit of reckless "stuff-turfing" happens at this point; it's re-prioritization really. Things I thought I needed, I suddenly realize I no longer need because other more important items would be left out if I did. I won't be-labour the point. I'm sure you get the picture. My Goodwill pile is ginormous by now! My next 24 hours will be spent weighing and re-arranging the re-prioritized, re-packed items. Packing is one of my least favourite parts about travel. What else can I say about my last moments in Canada except it's a flurry of departure related kafluff and a roller coaster of feelings as we leave our kids behind. "Sniff". I catch myself remembering what life in the bush is like and I wonder what kind of home awaits me now. It will be a rather empty one with a broken coffee maker, enough supplies to "get by" (just the way I left it), but with the added challenges of +40 weather, the beginning of bug and snake season and currently, poor water supply (let's not go there :)). And yet, I look forward to it all! God truly is good and compassionate on all He has made (including me). TTYL. And yes, if you remember, do pray for me!