You know, an adventure always sounds so exciting when you feel safe.  When you have your friends a phone call away. When you know that no matter what time, the Shoppers around the corner has these yummy things and is open until midnight. When you can take a hot shower anytime you feel exhausted. Then it seems like the best idea ever.

When you are sitting alone in your RV in a dark, noisy rest area on a Saturday night, in thick woollen slippers and 5 layers of clothing and a toque, in the dim shine of the dancing yellow orb lights, three hours south of the border (and this will be the closest you will be to home for the next eight weeks), and in a country where you are a teeny tiny, meaningless foreigner – well then the idea of an adventure seems just downright stupid.

The last few days have just exhausted me to a point that I didn’t expect to be possible. Hours of national and international phone calls, last minute repairs, organizing a million things scattered throughout town, constantly having to re-park my RV in this condensed city, the responsibility of finishing my contracts (which usually is the fun part), conference calls – sadly, taking time to simply eat something becomes a painful necessity. Also, Murphy’s Law reliably jumped into action during the worst time possible. Not my time of the year. At least it didn’t rain.

All I want now is a hot shower and a quiet, warm place. A hug from a loved one would be the best thing ever right about now. I miss the awesome people at home. The relaxing tea time with my friend, the late night chat with my neighbour in the back alley, the people at the nearby convenience and grocery store who know me by name and how I like my coffee in the morning…

But I wanted to come this point. I wanted to feel how good I have it, feel what I appreciate, find out what it is that I really need, can’t live without. So I’m sitting in a chilly 100 sqft container on wheels, in the middle of a dark, unknown and strange place. Thinking, remembering, appreciating – and being extremely thankful.

Ok, I’ll trust my vision. I’ll trust my dreams. I’ll trust my experience that, whatever doesn’t kill me makes me stronger. And even though it doesn’t feel like it at all, I hope this really will make me stronger in the end.