This is me these days, people. Excited because one of my dearest friends in the known Universe is getting married in 4 days (YAY!) in her adopted home of Nyack, New York. I’m so happy for her, not in the least because I love and adore the person she’s chosen for the honour of sharing her life. I’m excited too because this is our first “Family Vacation” since becoming a family of 5.
This also exhausts me.
Because: getting ready to leave the country with 5 people for 4 nights is a lot of work! Thank God we’re travelling with my Mom and sister, because we’ve shared up the work that can be shared between us. Thanks again, Amanda for sorting our the who-needs-a-passport thingy! (The answer is only people over the age of 18, if you’re entering the U.S. by car, just in case you too need to know.) MOMD brought up the suitcases this weekend and put them in respective rooms so that the bigger kids could begin packing their belongings (which inevitably means either he or I have to unpack the cases to make sure that everything that’s needed is there, but whatever: they’re excited too). He’s also made a list of what to pack, and cleaned the van inside and out so that we’re ready to tackle the Open Road like he and his family did.
Did you catch that part? “…like he and his family did.” Yeah, that right there, that is critical.
See, MOMD grew up in the heart of “The Big Land” as they like to call it. I myself call it it the tip of an iceberg surrounded by vast amounts of nothingness. I’m talking about Labrador City. And while yes, technically there is another town (Wabush) close by, they are really one city. And then there’s nothing else for like 750km’s on the Trans Canada Highway. So while saying he grew up on an iceberg is not technically correct, he did grow up in the heart of nowhere. What this meant is that he and his family spent a lot of time on the road, driving to places. They would go back to the Island (what island? THE Island: Newfoundland!) for vacations, and they’d go to Prince Edward Island, they even came to Toronto once, on a trip that’s best not talked about. And all of this was done in a car.
Me, on the other hand… well, I grew up in Toronto. Unlike many of my friends, my parents had a trailer in the country; near a little town called Roseneath. So I too spent my summers driving to destination. The main difference is that my car trips were generally 90-120 minutes in length, where his were 2-3 day adventures. Sadly, I am not one who enjoys spending endless time in a car.
Which is really funny given the traffic that I face often enough here in the GTA; but I digress.
When MOMD and I met (almost 15 years ago now! WOW!) the longest I could really stomach to travel in total was 2.5 hours. Seriously: that was my limit. I go a little stir crazy, which coupled with my usual crazy is too much crazy. One day remind me to tell you about our move to Halifax where we spent 2 solid days on the road. It was… gah. I can’t even go there.
The trip to Nyack is just under 800km’s. It’s certainly true that in the intervening years I have gotten better at longer stretches of travel, I approach the thought of a long car ride with trepidation.
And then you throw in 3 kids – one of whom is totally the poster child for Active Lifestyles – and I go directly to terror. Do not stop, do not pass go, do not collect $200. TERROR!
We’re looking at about a 10 hour trip. TEN hours, people! It’s time for the Wizards of the world to share Apparrating with us Muggles.