Now I’m trying to catch my breath. I’m in Canada. Vancouver B.C. is only a 3.5 hour drive up from Seattle and enough was enough. I couldn’t take it anymore. Too much at our door step and other things were going on. It was time to just get out of here and decompress.
Maybe it’s stress relief, maybe its manic or panic, or maybe it’s the right thing to do…
I did what I had to do at work, packed a case for myself and my sis and when she got home I told her I needed her to come with me to a place just out of town.
Then I didn’t stop driving. We’re here in Canada. She’s still on light duty/sick leave and I was able to cash in some 16 hours of vacation leave. Tomorrow and Thursday no harm no fowl.
She and I will go home Friday. No negative brothers, no bad news at our door, no unwanted advice, no poking in. We can both get away from Seattle and the fog. Vancouver is a bit cloudy but I can see Grouse Mountain. I’m getting my heart rate down. The sis is surprised but well.
She said she was craving Old Dutch All Dressed Up potato chips. It’s the first time she’s craved anything like that in ages. Old Dutch isn’t sold in the U.S. It just all started making sense. Go to Canada and get Old Dutch Chips… and kinder eggs.
I’m trying to sort of catch my breath and calm down. I know I’ll have to call the parents before too long, but not right now. It’s nice being off the family radar for now.