This is my last night in Edmonton: early tomorrow morning I'll set off for home. I had some reservations about coming here so soon after my mom died because I thought it might be too much for me. It turns out that coming here was the right thing for me to do because I needed to see everyone here and re-connect with them.
During each visit with my friends and family I felt surrounded - almost enveloped - by their love and support. I felt like I didn't have to be sad by myself and that everyone was there to help me mourn. This has given me so much comfort and I'm grateful to everyone for being here.
As much as I've loved being here, it's time to go home. I miss the house and I miss being with Ian and I have appointments at home. I'm leaving happy and relaxed, if a little sad to leave my friends and family behind, and I'll take with me my experiences from this trip
Getting home may not be as relaxing as my time here has been., however. We got so much snow yesterday that the city couldn't keep up with keeping the roads clear so driving was bad. Making the roads worse was the ice underneath all that snow. The weather hasn't improved all that much even though the snow has mostly stopped: there's still a bit of snow coming down and a wind blowing the snow into lovely shapes.
If the roads are still bad tomorrow then I might try and take public transit to the airport. It would take about the same amount of time as taking a taxi and would cost a lot less. The only disadvantage would be that I'd have to walk to the light-rail transit station with my suitcases. This wouldn't be fun, but it can be done.