trip pictures: beautiful british columbia

Taken from the bus as we drove through Roger's Pass in the Rockies, between Vancouver and Calgary.
a big thank you to Kyle Cassidy who made it possible by sending me a camera

trip pictures: beautiful british columbia

Taken from the bus as we drove through Roger's Pass in the Rockies, between Vancouver and Calgary.

trip pictures: beautiful british columbia

trip pictures: beautiful british columbia

Taken from the bus as we drove through Roger's Pass in the Rockies, between Vancouver and Calgary.

trip pictures: beautiful british columbia

under the floor are the rats and mouse

We held hands on the bus a lot our first day, as we travelled into unknown relationship territory, glad, fried, tired, and scared. As I said before, our trip back east was truly make or break. We would either come out of it with a lot of our problems fixed or we would come out of it as single people, ready to give up and go our own ways, understanding that we were just not that compatible.

Today we got up, and David made French toast for us while I processed pictures of our trip. Nicole came over, then my mother Vicki, then Ray, to share breakfast, to give presents, (I gave Vicki an orange keyhole scarf for her birthday), and paint the spare room. Our home is ours, and it is a social place, vibrant, with cozy pets and enough comfortable throw pillows for a small army of interior decorators to attack an encampment. (I have a bit of a problem, actually. I just can't say no to awesome little pillows.) We are a we, stronger for having been forced together with no escape, stronger for spending some days inescapably without any contact. Whatever uncertainty we had was blasted away by the proof of our survival. There are a lot of reasons we shouldn't be together, but not enough reasons or strong enough reasons to break us apart. Looking at him now, as he examines some of the terrifying things in the fridge that Karen left behind, while our friends are painting in the other room, helping our apartment become a home, and we all listen to my mad, wonderful ex-boy on the stereo sing and play an electrically wired cowboy boot, I'm glad he's here. I'm glad I found him, and I'm glad I found me.