By the time I get home, I will be...

• unable to wash one more dish (sorry JJ!).


• an expert at stream crossing.


• an expert at climbing over barbed-wire fences.


• able to identify all sorts of birds ...that don't live in Canada.


• craving a job that lets me keep working outside.
  


• unable to sleep in a room by myself.


• unable to function without Chris around.


• more confident in myself.


• still confused and scared about what the heck I'm doing with my life.


• embarrassed that I only finished the one book I was halfway through when I got here; but happy for the reasons I had no time to read.


• salivating whenever I hear a bell ring.

• craving salad and meatloaf and wondering where the endless vat of lemonade is.


• an expert at pothole slalom.
  


• finding creative ways to explain how two months washing dishes and weeding in Arizona makes me a perfect candidate for that desk job.


• more aware of the trees, birds, bats, animals, insects...


• drinking Ontario beer very chance I get.


• wondering why everyone is still asleep at 7am on a Saturday.


• trying to remember how to use a telephone.
  


• missing Meg and Kate.


• reminded of the joy of mosquitoes.


• not taking for granted the amazing thing that is living walking distance to pho.


• taking my place on Mae's porch with offerings of tequila.


• looking for a good cowboy hangout in Ottawa.
  


• singing new songs thanks to Dave and Kate.


• hot.
  


• stronger.
  


• tanned.


• dirty.


• bruised.


• scraped.
  


• broke.


• happy to see you.

Less than a week now till we point the car north and east...