Tomorrow marks a very important day in the story of our social media road trip experiment. After lunch, we will be taking a hike from our lakeside cabin at Falcon Trails Resort in Manitoba, to check out an eco-friendly cabin on a lake nearby. The reason this is noteworthy is that part of said lake is actually in Ontario – the province where it all began! Following the hike, we will be driving over the border and on to spend the night in Thunder Bay Ontario!
Ontario! Our home province! After 230 days of North American exploration!!!
You might be curious to know how we are feeling on the eve of our return to home soil. Well I can only speak for myself, but I have to say that I am actually rather excited. Turns out, there really is no place like home. For the duration of this project, when I was as far away as Skagway or Key West or San Francisco, I didn’t have even the slightest inkling of being homesick. I knew my home was where I left it, and I was entirely content to keep driving deeper and deeper into the heart of the continent and away from the familiar without a thought of what I had left behind.
I never have been one to feel the pangs of homesickness, even when I lived overseas, which is why it came as a surprise a few days ago, when all of a sudden I could not rid my thoughts of my two psychotic dogs, a refrigerator I can access whenever I want, and that iconic Toronto skyline. I cannot wait to go home.
After some consideration, I have decided there are a few reasons for this unexpected and late-onset homesickness. For one, my recent battle with the flu not only weekend my immune system, but I think it threw me off my emotional balance as well. The next time you come down with the stomach flu, I challenge you to endure the entire ordeal without a single thought of your mom, or your childhood bedroom, or those little toast fingers that seem to make any sickness disappear at least a little bit quicker.
But the other thing, and I think this is the real key here, is that as soon as we departed on our drive south from Yellowknife, I began to accept that I was on my way home. Have you ever noticed that when you are on a trip, be it a weeks vacation at an all inclusive down south, a trek around South East Asia, or a semester abroad, that once you know you are nearing the end, and you think about what awaits you, that you start to get a little bit anxious for your home life or your regular routine?
Now throw in the added emotional triggers from the rapidly increasing regularity of sappy holiday ads on the television, and the waft of gingerbread and peppermint I get every time I walk into a pretentious coffee shop (which is more frequent than I’d like to admit) and you have yourself a recipe for homesickness.
However, and this is a BIG however, I don’t want you to get the idea that the alexandluke social media experiment is over. If you have been following closely and know what our map of progress looks like, you will know that we have a few regions left to visit. They are (in no particular order) Vermont, Hawaii, and Nunavut. As we have explained in the past, Nunavut is not a place we can take ol’ Burt Reynolds, as there are presently no roads to this territory. But thanks to the hints of a clever Northern follower, we figured out how to book really economical air tickets for the end of November! Needless to say, we will be documenting and sharing this adventure here on alexandluke.com.
As for poor Vermont, who kept getting voted over time and time again, his day will come. Mark my words, we will get to Vermont, and it will be triumphant! It will also be sooner than you might think. And Hawaii, some might say the most coveted of all American destinations, will have to be patient for our arrival, as we have not cracked the case on that one yet.
Some interesting things have been happening behind the scenes at alexandluke.com, and some big, I mean BIG, announcements will come in the next few weeks that will reveal that all important question “What on earth will you two do when this is over?”
So fret not, our road trip is taking a turn towards home, but the journey continues. Even though a week from now you might find me buried under a mountain of homemade cookie crumbs, know that underneath, I’ll be gearing up for the next adventure and that crazy notion of homesickness will be a distant memory!