BC is beautiful.
I got back from my holiday in BC yesterday. Campbell River took my breath away. So did Tofino and Long Beach. My brother drove me all over the island. Potholes, waterfalls, and cliff diving. We camped at Burnt Beach the entire time. He had his boat, and we took his boys tubing every evening. I didn’t trust my brother enough to try it for myself. I’ll post pictures next entry.
My nephews are great. His girlfriend has a son, so does my brother, and then they have a kid together. My brother’s oldest is the sweetest, softest, warmest little thing. He is 8. Absolutely precious, but he is a tattle terrorist because he is an absolute wimp. His “stepson” is 10. He is also great. I can tell that he has a lot of angst. My brother is not kind to him because of the tattle terrorist. We got into a little fight about it. He was not happy that I called his son a big baby. He’s spineless, really. The stepson had me on his side the entire time, which I think was a breath of fresh air for him and his mother. His youngest is 5, and he is so smart. Very articulate. So much rizz. I downloaded Roblox for them all, so now I have to figure out how to play it.
I am not an outdoors person, but I will be a trooper if I go camping. I got in last Friday, on the 22nd. The camping trip was supposed to last until Monday. Then it turned into Wednesday, then to Friday, then to Saturday. It’s still going. I was cooked. On the last two days, he brought one of his strays. A homeless man that he is friends with. I was lying in my tent thinking about how much I hated it. His friend lives like that every day, so I didn’t complain. The plan was that I was going to meal prep, but that didn’t get to happen. This made my trip more expensive than I anticipated.
On the second night, a brood of bros moved in like an invasive species. A cousin of his girlfriend and his two friends. I don’t know how to bro. They were 18, fresh out of high school. Eliot was very menacing. He was a messy drunk. I felt like he was hitting on me the whole time. Bro culture there is gay. They all pretend like they’re gay and into each other. This guy was not acting like that with me, but kept asking me if I was single. I’m old enough to be his father and then some. I spent the night worrying about them. They were tackling each other down the hill in the middle of the night. The rocks are sharp. I didn’t want them to drive. I kept them safe. Gave up one of my blankets so they could crash in the back of their truck.
I treated my body like shit out there. Well, my diet could have been worse, but I drank a lot with my brother’s girlfriend. My brother, I forgot how much of a narcissist he could be. How abusive he can be with his women. That wasn’t my business. She’s an adult.
My cousin came in, and then so did his family a few days later. His son is 5, and his daughter is 2. They’re both autistic. His son was so precious. I was in awe of him. He is nonverbal. I was taught some ASL. He and I spent a lot of time throwing rocks in the lake while all the grownups got to party that first night. It was so nice to catch up with him, my cousin. He lived with me when he was 17. I’ll tell the backstory later, maybe.
I hate flying. I was dreading it the whole time. I could feel everything the whole time. It was just an intense experience. It was hard to stay calm. All of my flights were fine. I had a flight attendant beside me on one of them, so I had someone to talk to. That’s all I need, really. I hate that I always fly alone.
I am home now. Got in yesterday. I was a little homesick by the time I left BC. I missed having cell service. So now I’m back to feeling stuck at home with my roommate. Tomorrow, she had better go to work. She has a cold. I have been waiting all summer for one day off from her. I’m back to my regular shifts now that summer break is over, so I get to have one day to myself. Starting tomorrow. So help me god. Anyway, I’m going to hit up the gym, it’s been a minute.
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