Bellingham, the happy Accident

What  a whirlwind of activity I have enjoyed.  My last actual post  until recently(san diego) was after I left the San Francisco area May 2016.  At that time I had headed to Vancouver to help a lady in her garden for a while.  I actually never made it to British Columbia, there will be more about that in my book.  If anyone is interested I am writing a Fictional story based on my adventures, I am seeking a ghost writer because I will need that balance in this book.

At the border near Canada it seems there was an issue although they never actually spelled it out.  As the officer was taking me back toward the American side of the border she whispered to me, something that will be shared in the book, Ah ha, can’t give away all my secrets.

At the border station no one really seemed that concerned about a lone little woman in the middle of the night being stranded.  I wanted to know where I was to go and my mind was confused as to what had happened.  Even to this day it makes little sense to me. It was later on that someone told me what had to have been the thinking of the border patrol.  The fact that I was going to do work exchange was somehow an affront to them.  I was a happy go lucky person enjoying her life and basically that somehow was not what they wanted to see arriving on the Canadian shores.  HA!

After a few moments at the station realizing they didn’t care whether I sat there all night or not they were chatting hanging out on computer not paying me much mind.  I went to the counter to ask if there was going to be a bus going back south, which there wasn’t.  I seriously had to ask every single questions to get to the fact that there was a local hotel a mile away.  No one offered to take me, since they weren’t busy it would have been the courteous thing to do, there was even a police car outside so there had to be at least a cop around.  Nope, stranded I sat.

Longs story short, we will leave the rest of that adventure for the book. I was able to find through the same website img_1219another person in a town called Bellingham to offer me an exchange position the next day.  She met me in the town and took me to her house.  She was the sweetest lady, taking me in the home giving me the key.  I ended up staying close to four months all together and now call Bellingham my home at heart.

Yep definitely long story short, so much drama so little time.

Update: 3-2-2017>>Okay so I call it home but currently do not live there yet, I am in now in Washington, but not yet home 🙂

 

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