I have to admit that there are moments when I get nervous. I think this is the hardest time – just before packing up our house and putting it all in storage. I think this is why a lot of people choose not to do it. But what I learned last year is that once all the stuff is away, there is an incredible sense of freedom. So for now, I am enjoying these last minutes in our home and am packing boxes, even if it feels a bit unnatural.
We were in Ottawa yesterday walking around downtown and it felt like a small practice for when we’ll be on the road. The hardest thing was that we all have different paces. M likes to stay and look at everything for a long time. I like to move when it’s time to move, but take breaks and sit for awhile and just appreciate being wherever I am. Ghis wanted to be in nature, so he wanted to hurry through downtown.
We realized that it will be a question of communication and that travelling together requires some compromises. All in all, we’re not really worried. Well, maybe just a little. Travelling with a six-year-old is fun, but has its own challenges. If anything, kids remind you to take care of yourself – to stop and eat and rest and, especially, play.