Our last week at home in Ottawa was a good one.
We signed LJ up for her dream day camp – an FC Barcelona soccer camp. It was six hours a day of nothing but soccer and she loved every minute of it. It was just what she needed – a week of doing what she loves most and boosting her confidence rather than a week focussed on the fact that she was leaving her friends.
It also gave L and I some time to get stuff done…And there was A LOT to get done! We packed, we cleaned, we did errands, we freaked out a bit...
“Life is like a game of soccer. You need goals. If there are no goals in your life then you can’t win.” - Unknown
I have #goals.
But that’s not unusual; I always have goals. Just this week I pledged to drink more water, finish another photo book and make quesadillas.
Right now, I’m losing 3-0.
My interview with LJ, age 8
Where are you going this summer?
I’m going on a world trip. I’m going around the world.
How do you feel about that?
I’m excited and I’m not excited. I’m excited because I want to know where I’m going to celebrate my next birthday and I’m not excited because I’ll miss my friends.
Enjoy and appreciate the process
I’m starting to freak out a bit.
We’re counting in weeks now and the to-do list is LOOOONG.
Less than 10 weeks until go time and it’s coming up fast!
The weekends are quickly filling up with regular life – birthday parties, soccer practice, trips to Canadian Tire – and there’s so much to be done before we fasten our seatbelts aboard that one-way flight. One day soon, we’ll wake up and it will be time for takeoff.
But what about school?
It’s what many people ask when they find out we’re travelling with our kid for a year.
Our daughter started school when she was two and a half. It was an all day, every day preschool complete with a red and navy polo-shirt uniform – adorable but a little weird.
Five years later, she dropped out of school and now I’m lucky if she’s wearing a shirt, let alone one with a collar.
I didn't really plan to be a homeschooling mom.
This summer, we take a new road.
Everything will change as we essentially start a different, though temporary, life.
But before I get to that, let’s back up a bit…
In April of 2016 my father died. He was 56.
In just 18 months, the monster that is cancer stole my motorcycle, Habs and country music loving dad. He was fairly healthy, active and at the height of his career.