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I am home. Having arrived on the island shortly after noon today. 

It's feeling really great to be back in the familiar new space of home.  As we're building our life here on the coast, there's really no place I'm interested in being other than here.  "Back home" in Ontario, I felt very alien as I whisked through a flurry of connections with friends and family over six days (my sister is now married, a good friend is about to give birth!!! Grandma's dog was put down and my dad is looking really old...we're all going through so many changes and it's all so amazing...AniccA) on our way to a brief four day holiday at the cottage in Sauble Beach on Lake Huron-Michigan. 

Then it was on the road again.  The bus left Toronto on Saturday evening at five and arrived this morning in Vancouver.  OOF!  The trip across the country on a Greyhound bus is challenging at the best of times but even moreso whilst almost eight months pregnant.  laura's discomfort was apparent (why she didn't try cannabis...it transformed the challenging into trippy for me).  I'm amazed at her resiliance and her beauty.  We were both amazed at how incredible was sOMa's  demeanor for the journey.  He was frustrated with anticipation a couple of times and crearly bored a couple of others but slept pretty soundly and quite a bit. 

I was tripping out on no sleep... that and the cannabis!  I'm heading off to bed pretty soon and am really excited about sleeping more than two hours in a stretch.  It does something to general perception to be awake for long periods.  Dream world and waking life meld into something pretty interesting and worthy of further study.  I'm not finished with bustrips across the country for this reason alone, though i've got absolutely NO desire to leave the island in the immediate.

Perhaps a bustrip to the north coast....