I need to get out more.

I need to get
out more.

As I start to
compose this post I’m in a plane high above Baffin Island, on the
first leg of my journey south.  The thing that struck me as I was
getting a ride to the airport this morning is just how little I’ve
been out of the House lately.  As we drove past the new airport I
realized that I haven’t really been out on the road since, well I’m
not sure. Since Fall maybe.  I can’t remember when last we took a
drive.

When I got to
the airport, two people from town came and shook my hand and said
that they hadn’t seen me for awhile. Two!  The last time I was in a
plane? Hmm, just before we started construction which is almost three
years ago.  And as I ate my snack this morning I tried to think of
the last meal I ate that I didn’t cook.  I can’t.  I really can’t.
It’s not like I have Agoraphobia.

It was hard
leaving this morning though. I don’t like being away from my family.
Hilary and Travis were both asleep, which in some ways was better,
less tears on both of our parts.  I’ve never been away from Hilary
before, ever. The only time I was away from Travis was when I was in
Kugluktuk fixing the Fort Hearne,
and that was for three weeks.  It’s hard to be away from Leah, and
it’s harder on her for me to be away, there were tears this morning.
But I’m off. No turning back now.  Weather permitting I’ll be on the
plane to Ottawa in a couple of hours.  More then.

Then is now. I’m in Ottawa and I’m tired. Excited for seeing my parents for the first time in four years, excited in the prospect of travel to places I’ve long wanted to stand. But mostly I’m tired.  I’ll be standing in line for a passport at 7:30 tomorrow so I best head to bed. As much as I’d love to post about seeing a robin, I think I’ll just turn in instead.