As we left the Richelieu River and entered our home turf of the St Laurence, I realised just how close we were to this all coming to an end. So we decided to take one last day to ourselves, a last day at anchor, not travelling, to relax and recuperate from the long days of motoring, and enjoy and appreciate this for what is probably the last time for a while.
We anchored in a beautiful, peaceful and calm marsh, with ducks swimming and quacking around us and enjoyed our last sunset together at anchor.
Recently I have been posed the question of, how do I feel about coming home? Am I excited? If I'm being honest, I think I have been slightly less on cloud 9 since we crossed back to the US, not only because the water was no longer a clear blue, and our days were no longer spent going to the beach and drinking rum punch and more focused on travelling north, but because I started to feel it coming to an end. Don't get me wrong, the past two months have also been a blast, but I've had that feeling of impending doom in my near future (I may be being a tad dramatic...).
This trip has not, by any means, been 100% rainbows and butterflies all the time. There have been times of serious stress, sometimes even fear, and of course it can put strain on any relationship. It has definitely been a roller-coaster of an adventure and amazing, unforgettable experiences, and a lifestyle that I've grown accustomed to. So life on land is no doubt going to be a drastic change.
That being said, I am very excited to begin the MA program in Art Therapy at Concordia in a months time ($*&@! I'm so not prepared!), and of course to see and catch up with all my friends and loved ones who I haven't seen in a year. But there is also so much uncertainty: where to live, jobs, money, how will our relationships change on land (how will we survive not being together at every waking moment?!) etc, and of course, has Dexter become so boat-broken, has he forgotten how to be house-broken?
And so, it is bittersweet to be coming home, and for this trip of a lifetime to be coming to an end. And although I may feel a bit nervous, I am also very much looking forward to the next chapter. And who knows, maybe this is just part 1 of our sailing adventures, after all, there are so many places we still want to see, and I think we both agree, the best way to travel is, without a doubt, by boat.
|Back on the St Laurence|
|Our favourite marsh|
|Not our favourite visitor, thanks for bringing all your friends buddy|
|Dexter contemplating his mixed feelings about returning to dry land|
|Had to add this-is this not the cutest thing you've ever seen?!|