Here's what I had written yesterday morning (yes, I do preplan my posts sometimes...):

When you travel, it seems like you are always changing gear. Leaving one place that has become familiar for the next, exciting one. Saying goodbye (more times than not lately...). This traveling life is amazing and exhilarating and I wouldn't trade it for the world, but I am ready to settle somewhere for a few months and enjoy the familiarity of one city that I call home. Driving somewhere without relying on a GPS for a few months, knowing exactly in what aisle I'll find the almond butter at the grocery store, seeing familiar faces everywhere I go and needing a calendar to fit it all in (the fun dates and all the appointments we need to make...). My mom is leaving today and we are starting our long drive towards the Yukon. I love that drive. I love seeing the lanscape change, spotting all the wild animals along the Alaska Highway (after 20 bears, we stop counting!), stopping for a soak at Liard Hot Springs, and finally smelling the Northern air and smiling: this is the smell of home, the peculiar and unique smell of the boreal forest. I need to remember how the Yukon energy shakes me to my core everytime I go back, but how I love this place and feel that love deep into my soul...

It is strangely fitting that my plans have drastically changed since yesterday morning... My grandma is not doing well (you might remember Mémé who lived with us for two years when we had the farm...), so I jumped on the first flight I could find this morning to go see her...

Yes, this life I live is quite unpredictable...