We have somehow made packing into a three month adventure. Two months ago we left our house on the lake (because it was being sold) to house sit for friends nearby. Now we are leaving to house sit for another friend who is teaching girls on an Arctic adventure since our other friends returned from Brazil. In a week Liana and I head to the East Coast to visit family and then we have a week here (staying with friends and family) until we leave for Costa Rica.
So much packing wouldn't be as hard if I didn't have to decide things like, "Where do we leave Lev's box of ashes while we are gone?"
I already decided actually, just can't bare to talk about it or ask beforehand.
My mind still sometimes thinks Lev will come back, or we will find him, and the ashes are very real.
And this morning at 4:30 I was up thinking about the morning he died, wishing we had known what it was earlier. That was about the same time we woke up and realized he was ill.
The friend we are house sitting for next week is at Lake Louise now, coincidentally.
