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Road Trip

Sisterhood“Are you sure you know where we’re going?” Emma asked for what seemed like the hundredth time.

“Emma, how many times do I have to tell you that I don’t know how to get to Winterwood? I haven’t been there since I was five.” Carrianne gritted her teeth in an attempt to keep her voice level.

“But you own property there.”

“Correction, Grampy owned property there and I only get the deed after I come of age,” Carrianne said in a slow manner. “Mom hired a caretaker and did everything over the phone. We never had to go there.”

Emma grew quiet and Carrianne grew more concerned.

Carrianne sighed. “Why are you asking? And don’t say ‘you’re curious’ because I know that’s not the reason.”

Emma stayed quiet for a moment, letting the sounds from the radio fill the small car. “Maybe we should pull over and ask for directions.”

“I gave you a map of the area before we even left. You have the map on your lap and have been looking at it for the last 20 minutes.”

“See, maps are funny. They don’t always have the town you’re looking for.”

Carrianne groaned. “Grab my phone and use the GPS app.”

“Yeah,” Emma dragged out the word until it was painfully distorted. “I tried that and it didn’t help. According to the maps of the world, Winterwood doesn’t exist. It’s like Narnia.”

“And you didn’t think to tell me sooner because?”

“Road trip?” Emma’s voice was small but hopeful.

Carrianne didn’t need to look to know her friend had on a wounded puppy dog expression. She sighed in defeat. “You owe me.”

“Road trip!” Emma did a happy dance in her seat.

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Road Trip!

As stated in a previous post, I recently put off writing because of some things which have come up in my life. One of those things was a move across the country. I drove approximately 5000km from PEI to Alberta in order to start fresh. There were a lot of things which went into that decision and it wasn’t made lightly (despite what I know some people still believe).

One of the things which helped me decide was work. I graduated last spring from college but I was unable to find full-time work in my field. The only work I was able to find in PEI was either part-time or minimum wage. I ended up waitressing full-time nights and evenings while working one shift a week in my field. While I was getting enough money to pay the bills, it was extremely stressful and not what I wanted to do. I did not enjoy spending my nights catering to the drunks coming in for food. I did not enjoy being hit on by guys who were too drunk to realize that no meant no. But most of all, I did not enjoy the fact that, on my days off, I still had to deal with drunks or at least hear them. It was as if I was unable to get away from my job.

It was a tough decision as I had to work very hard to save up money for the move but it was the right decision for me. The stress of driving 5000km was nothing compared to the stress I had been under while in PEI. And while I have to start fresh in terms of furniture and work, I have the knowledge that “I did that” (please see map) and that is worth more to me than a richly furnished palace.

You lose sight of things… and when you travel, everything balances out. – Daranna Gidel