Time is flying by

It dawned on me today that in 8 days we will be leaving the warm Southern climate of SC crossing many states to reach the begining of our dream. Things are pretty much in order which I am happy of. No running around at the last minute to make sure this or that is cancelled,or that address's have all been changed I started that at the first of the month and its over and done. We have the bear miniums in our home to live with,makes for easy cleaning for sure. We will have some last minute things to pack but other than that we are ready. AAA sent us some really neat travel guides and I enjoy sitting and looking at them. I can't wait to get started on our drive and take some really neat pictures to share with my family and friends.

Thursday of this week my daughters class is having a "moving to Alaska" day for her. It is pretty nice of them. They are going to talk about Alaska all day look at photos,talk about the animals there and some other special things just for her.
I wonder to myself what she is thinking about all this. She seems to be very happy about it and excited but I wonder in her mind whats she thinking. Is she scared,worried or happy.

I must say there are things here I know I will miss. People that I will miss not visiting. It will be strange not to be able to just hope up and run down the road to Wal-Mart or if I don't feel like cooking running out and grabbing a bite to eat.
But as much as I love the place here,the desire to return to a life like we had in NC is much more appealing to me.I love the outdoors,I love being more self sufficent. And lets face it with the way things are going these days it may come a point and time where more people will want to get more back to the basics or maybe I should they might have to.
The way we lived in NC is pretty much like that of an Alaskan home except for the fact that we were the only ones that I ever heard of that used alternative ways of doing things. Such as a power inverter,running water from a mountain spring into our cabin which we built ourselves by hand with only the help of a generator. The evenings spent playing games with our boys and telling them stories of us growing up. Gathering berries,watching the leaves change colors and just going for a long walk on Sundays through the woods. I remember my oldest sons teacher telling me what a wonderful immagination he had. How he could write down on paper with such creativity that she used some of his stories in her files to help other kids with writing prompts. And in the last 4yrs since we left there I have seen this same wonderful immagination disappear,guess he is growing up but there is a part of me that wonders if it isn't the change in lifestyle that caused it. I remember the hours on end that the boys would create traps for poachers that were going to come and steal their land or how they played like they were stranded in the wilderness and had to survive and all the other grand adventures they created.
I hope that they will experience life in a great way because of our move. I hope that they get a sense of belonging and being part of a community. A feeling of pride for the things they do with their own 2 hands. Things I think that in schools and in busy lives these days they may not get here.