Day one

What an odd beginning to a trip.  We've currently made a 'bar in a car', sitting in a truck stop outside of Woodstock, NB, where we're gonna pitch our tents and camp out.  We'd intended to make to Moncton tonight, but we got started hours later than planned so wouldn't have gotten there until about 4am.

Tonight is an odd one for me in a few ways.  I've been looking forward to this trip for so long, but for the last two weeks I've been playing house with my 'boyfriend', which quickly became the more dominant thing in my mind, and the trip became very secondary.  I say 'boyfriend', because, in many ways I will not put out here on teh intrawebs, it's a very real relationship that will never be real.  And to go from this pretend reality, to saying goodbye today and jumping in my car to travel, makes it all even more unreal.  So I'm excited to be on a real roadtrip, and excited to finally be getting to go to Newfoundland, and excited to get away... but I'm also wishing so much that the trip hadn't happened today and I could be in my bed with him right now instead. But reality had to step in at some point...

Anyway.  Tomorrow we'll stop in Moncton, then head to Halifax to party for the night before *hopefully* getting on the ferry to St Johns on Sunday.  It's only hopefully because, of course, one of the four of us (not me!) forgot identification, and it's required to take the ferry.  We have someone in Montreal sending faxes of it to us in Halifax tomorrow, so fingers crossed they'll let us on with it.

Well.  Now I'm going to have a drink, and hang out with my friends.  And not think about the boy.  And not be grumpy that I'm tired.  And not let the mosquitoes bug me.  Because I'm going to fucking Newfoundland in a couple of days, to climb mountains and play in the red sand.  Fuck yeah.