Last Monday, I found myself at the front of a convoy of vehicles travelling to Squamish. I was driving my friends’ truck filled with furniture, a few boxes, and my bedding and linens. She and her daughter (my “niece”) were behind me, driving my car filled with kitchen supplies and my clothes. My dad was at the back, driving his truck filled with more furniture. We were all heading up the same highway, en route to catch the same ferry that would take us to the same place: my new home.
It was the first day of spring, and the weather truly was on our side. With a week of solid rain behind us and another full week of it ahead, we were gifted a 24-hour pass to clear(ish) skies. The drive up to the ferry terminal was easy, with no traffic or construction or other bumps in the road. Our sail over was smooth; the waters calm. All three vehicles arrived at my place within seconds of one another. And not even 45 minutes after parking, every last item was unloaded from them.