Today I arrive at Gampo Abbey. I wish I could say more about the beauty of New Brunswick and Maine but the drive on the Interstate and Trans Canada Highway makes everything look similar to the drive to my Grandparents in Southern Indiana. With fewer pigs of course, I passed zero hog farms. Add to that the rain and it has made for a slow and boring traveling experience. Nothing to get excited about.
I thought of lingering a bit, maybe taking a day to see the highest tides in the world in the Bay of Fundy or relax in Moncton and see what they have here but I’m anxious to start, to find out what I’m going to be doing and what my life will be like. Besides, it’s rainy and I’m by myself. How much more coffee can I drink?
Yet I am stalling here in my hotel room, checking Facebook, following my whims in a google search, posting a blog entry. It’s this mindless time wasting that I think I will miss the most but probably the biggest thing I need to let go.
So here I go.