And then she goes...

Okay. So I'm taking a page out of a friend's book...or url...and I've set up a new blog (this one) so that I can give a semi-regular account of my doings in Port Hardy. This is so that all you, my family and friends, can keep track of me, since I'll be at least a six-hour (well okay, more like 8 hour) drive from you, making it rather difficult to have regular visits and updates with y'all. Yes, I know there is Skype, and Facebook, and telephone, and email...but this is fun. You get to see life in PH from Sharon's point of view. Muahahaha.

Just in case you didn't know, I am the new youth pastor for Port Hardy Christian Fellowship. Sweet, eh!! And where's Port Hardy you ask?? Um, it's up at the very top of Vancouver Island...just about the end of the road. It's the gateway to the Queen Charlotte Islands, and it's right next to Cape Scott National Park. It has a population of just under 5,000 people. It's cosy. ;) And it's beautiful. There's tons of wildlife - bears, cougars, seals, sea lions, eagles - and whales!! Its economy is supported by the logging, fishing, and mining industries, as well as a great tourist industry. (I mean, come on, who wouldn't want to experience the wild BC coast??)

I haven't left for PH yet; the moving date is tentatively set for Saturday, but life is complicated and we're all busy, so it may be later. Or it could be earlier. I have no idea. But I'm packing. I've been packing for at least the last week. This is a rather difficult task, as my stuff is spread over an entire house, though concentrated mostly in two spare bedrooms. And especially since four years of dorm life has had me sort through my belongings, each year taking only the essentials, and leaving behind multitudes of papers, old clothes, bits of souvenirs and odds and ends. This is as much a task of sorting as it is anything else, which really doesn't make for fast work. It's a little overwhelming at times. But never fear: I have a plan! At least in regards to my clothes, and that is: leave out a week's worth of clothing, and pack everything else. And I think that translates over into the other stuff too: leave out the essentials for living for the next week, and pack everything else. I think I am about halfway done.

I'll end on this note: I'm excited to move.

"Dude, whales!"