By Maryanna Gabriel
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| Cocktails Anyone? |
It must be nerves. I'm all jittery. I have a quest to fulfill. An odyssey. A journey of mystic proportions. Okay maybe not so much but some would agree transitioning into grandmotherhood and then journeying to one's past are of such epic proportions. I'm going. To my pregnant daughter's and then to the east. Ahhhh..... where you ask? I have been reluctant to tell hardly believing it myself. I have wanted to for ever so long, revisit the beaches I played on in my childhood... Moon River-Muskoka, Shediac-New Brunswick, Prince Edward Island. Places names are calling me, Grasslands, Todoussac, La Pocatiere, Sugar Loaf Mountain, ahhh St. Andrews By The Sea, eating lobster, and catching toads, to hear the whispers of the child I was, the parents that were, the homes that held us. A friend said to me today, "I understand why you need to this! It's a validation." Yes, I thought, a validation of these memories that I contain and where I was, with the people I loved. I am always like this before departure which I find mildly reassuring. At the moment I have managed to run the battery down of the van I am travelling in. It's a fine van. It is much nicer than my house, really. It is a lot to live up to this van and I joked recently I feel I need a pedicure when I am in it. That being said, I am starting to get excited. What has been dreamed of for ever so long, well years, I think many, many years, is actually happening. All you have to do is drive Maryanna, I whisper to myself. Just turn the key and go. If only I can get the van going. Think of the grandchild.
