My rock from home

It is traditional to bring a rock from home to place at the Cruz de Ferro, a few days walk past Leon. There is a monument marked with an iron cross on top of a pile of stones from pilgrims over the centuries. Mine is one carefully selected from Storries Beach and is the size of an egg. The idea is to carry the rock along with one's troubles, worries, sins if need be and to leave it behind at the cross. I imagine I will probably carry the rock for 2 or 3 weeks, depending on how fast I walk. I like the idea of carrying a granite egg. I say that now...

I booked a reading with a psychic for Saturday on my way down the island in Coombs. I wonder if she will tell me there is travel in my future....My friend Tracy says I should get my money back if she doesn't! An exotic new job would be nice.... 5 more sleeps in my cabin with my cat.

Two weeks And Counting

Two weeks today and I will be dining el fresco with my mother in Victoria with just one more sleep before leaving the next day on the Victoria Clipper to Seattle. My day job will be behind me for 5 or 6 weeks. I am practically ready to leave right now. My pack is packed and we are getting acquainted. It looks like it will weigh in at about 20 lbs.... very respectable indeed. I have packed everything I need including the kitchen sink.... literally. Oddly enough one of my perceived needs is to have a vessel to soak my feet in. So I bought one from an outdoor store in Victoria.
No walking on the trail today with my backpack... Instead I had a wonderful breakfast at T's with my new friend Sulaika and then an afternoon at my favourite, somewhat secret swimming hole with another friend Lorraine and tonight I am kayaking with my landlady Diana, setting out from in front of my cabin to explore the estuary. I suspect the next two weeks will pass by swiftly. I so look forward to leaving Campbell River and CRTV where I work behind.... for now. Enough said about that.....

Summer is at its finest now and when I return at Thanksgiving we will be fully ensconced in autumn. Sigh.

Oh oh,,,,

Today is the first day of August. On the last day of this month, I will be heading down the island, making stops in Duncan to see my friend Tracy and then a night with my Mom in Victoria and then on September 1st I catch the Victoria Clipper to Seattle. Yesterday as I was driving to work, I thought to myself. What am I doing? Wouldn't it be easier, cheaper etc. to just stay put and not go? What if I don't like it? What if I forget all my Spanish? What if I am uncomfortable?
Why am I doing this? I temporarily forgot. One reason I want to leave is to think about what to do next? I have been at the same job for almost 7 years - the longest I have ever stayed put. The first several years were absolutely great but the last year has been tough. What if I go all that way and I still don't know what to do next?

Tomorrow I get my pack fitted and shown the way... that way. Then I will spend this month getting acquainted with my new home much like a turtle becomes acquainted with his new shell.
I am sure it is quite normal to have second thoughts and doubt. Right?