After leaving Whistler, I drove to Vancouver, British Columbia, to return some items I bought there that didn’t fit. They only have physical stores in Canada, so I wanted to stop by on my way back to the U.S. The store hours were listed until 5:30 pm on Saturdays, and I arrived at 5:32 pm because I had to fight Saturday Christmas festivity traffic.
When I pulled up, the store was completely closed. It was clear they closed at 5:00 pm, which is supposed to be their weekday hours. I needed to keep heading south so I would have to mail my items back. I ended up learning a hard lesson about shipping to Canada; it cost me $47 to mail the package back!
I arrived at my friend Chanell’s house around 7:30 pm, and she had a delicious dinner waiting for me in the crockpot. We talked about my time in Whistler and her pregnancy. We ended up staying up late talking as we tend to do.
The next morning, we went out for breakfast now that her morning sickness had improved a bit. I had a great time hanging out with her and couldn’t wait to meet her new daughter.
After breakfast, I drove about five hours to Hood River, Oregon. It was raining and cool outside. I arrived at my friend Tracey’s house around 6:00 pm. Her newly remodeled kitchen was just about complete, so she cooked up a wonderful dinner. I ate with her and her husband and stayed the night.
I felt so fortunate to have Chanell and Tracey in my life. I had stayed with both of them a few times as I drove to Canada and back twice. Each time, they cheerfully hosted me, offering me food, a bed, and friendship. I felt like they were my “Pacific Northwest family.” I am blessed to know them.
The following morning, Tracey and I went to a local cafe for breakfast and, as usual, had a great conversation. I needed to continue my drive to make it to St. Louis, Missouri, by Christmas. I drove three hours south to Bend, Oregon. I knew I needed to drive much further that day, but I stopped to eat a late lunch and look at places to stay.
My friend Bethany who lives there met me for an hour and talked about her new house. Bethany, her husband, and two sons had just purchased a home a few miles outside the city. It was on a large piece of land, so they were getting used to that and slowly moving in.
I booked a hotel in Burns, Oregon, which seemed like one of the only places to stop on my route to Idaho. The drive was dark and flat. I thought I was driving through a desert full of tumbleweeds until I stopped at a rest area. I got out of the car to use the restroom, and it was freezing outside! There was snow on the grass, and the wind was blowing ceaselessly. The sand and dirt I thought I was seeing was actually snow.
I booked an old restored hotel on Airbnb – The Historic Central Hotel. The owner read my profile and saw that I had quit my job and was traveling. She told me I was her hero and upgraded my room for free! She wanted to meet me, but when I arrived at 7:30 pm, nobody was there. I followed the instructions and used a code to get inside the lobby.
The hotel was adorable, filled with history, and remodeled with a slight modern barn feel. I carried my suitcase to the second floor and opened the door to my room. It was set up like a Bed and Breakfast. With my upgraded room, I had my own bathroom!
I walked around the property checking out the pictures of the remodel that were hanging on the walls. I think there was only one other guest there at the time. I was exhausted from the drive and fell asleep on the bed right away. After an hour or so, I got up, took a shower, and went back to bed.
The next day I continued driving with the goal of making it to Idaho Falls, Idaho, where my Uncle Steve and his wife Sonia live. It was a six and a half-hour drive.
I drove through Oregon, passing farms and ranches. The ranches had large signs and entrances like I’ve seen in movies. The name of the family ranch would be posted on the large, wooden post before driving down the long gravel driveway to the house.
I had to drive through most of the state since Idaho Falls is near Wyoming. Idaho was beautiful and full of mountains, lakes, and more farms.
I drove through Boise, Idaho, which was a little out of the way, but I wanted to see the capital. I drove around for a bit, stopped to grab some lunch, and continued on.
As I drove, I had a lot of time to think about things. I was feeling down about relationships. As I reflected, I realized I often receive compliments from men, but it never materializes into an actual relationship. I’ve been told I’m intelligent, beautiful, fun, funny, and a great conversationalist.
It makes me feel like I’m great….but not great enough to date. I’m either not enough, or I’m too much. I will be me, even if I’m not enough or I’m too much for men. However, I was still feeling lonely and rejected. Maybe it was the online dating apps, but I felt like nobody wanted to actually date me. Nobody wanted to put in the effort. Nobody wanted to be exclusive with me.
I talked with my friend Toni and then my friend Jimmy while I drove. I had been telling Jimmy for a while that I didn’t want anything serious considering I was married for ten years and I just wanted to meet people to see what I wanted. However, now that it had been a year and a half, I felt like I actually did want a real relationship.
Jimmy understood but said it would be tough to date someone while traveling. He wanted to make sure I didn’t get my hopes up, and I knew he was right. I tried the casual thing, and I learned a lot about what I want and what I don’t want in a relationship. I still didn’t want the traditional relationship.
I’m afraid of getting bored. I was bored a lot in my marriage while my ex-husband was perfectly fine with the ways things were. I want an interesting relationship where we try new things and have adventures. I want to be surprised, and I want to be spontaneous. I want the intimacy and the connection that comes along with an exclusive relationship. I was tired of meeting new people, and I was tired of guys who weren’t interested in a relationship beyond casual dating.
While talking with Jimmy, I got distracted in the dark and made a wrong turn. I ended up going 40 miles out of the way and had to turn around and go back another 40 miles. I didn’t arrive at my uncle’s house until 8:00 pm because of that mistake and I was in a new time zone, which was an hour ahead.
I ate some food and talked with my uncle Steve, his wife Sonia, and her mother, Effie. I had seen my uncle in Denver at the beginning of September for two cousins’ weddings, but I had never been to his house in Idaho. He’s only about 12 years older than me, and he’s a funny, caring man.
My uncle Steve is a lead pastor of a small church. They told me about how the church is expanding and the impact they’ve seen God have on people there.
My uncle Steve and Sonia have such wonderful hearts. They talk about the Bible, God, and how we’re all just trying our best. It’s not about following religious principles and being legalistic in following God; it’s about having a relationship with God. They do a lot for people and are wonderful role models.
I told them about how I was feeling about relationships, and I was feeling lonely and wanted a partner. They told me about their love story:
They were 32 years old and single. A friend told Steve that he wanted to introduce him to a fellow friend, Sonia. Sonia lived in India, where she grew up, and Steve was living in Omaha, Nebraska. They emailed each other for a year, but then it sort of fell off.
A few years later, Steve emailed her again. This time, he was more committed and she noticed something about him had changed. He was more engaged in their conversations. They emailed for a while and then in February 2007, Steve flew to India to meet Sonia for the first time. While he was there, he also met a child that he had been sponsoring for years.
While in India, Steve proposed to Sonia. A few months later, Sonia flew to the U.S. to attend my wedding and meet some of our family. We all instantly fell in love with her and her mother. They were sweet, smart, and genuine. We happily welcomed them into our family.
About five months later, they married in India, and a month after that, Sonia moved to the U.S. They’ve been married ever since. Steve and Sonia told me about their story because I never really knew how they met. They told me they got to know each other through email, which enabled them to get to know the others’ heart. They were able to focus on who they were.
They laughed. Sonia said, “I probably would have chosen someone shorter, and he would have chosen someone taller, but God had a plan for us, and his timing is perfect.” My uncle is 6’4” and towers over Sonia.
I loved hearing their story. It gave me hope that love can be unconventional and can be found in unexpected ways. Steve and Sonia are great together and compliment each other. They fell in love across the world from each one another.
I told them about my travels, the people I’d met, and how it felt like I was doing what I was supposed to be doing with my life. They agreed and said they felt I was in God’s path and that amazing things were in store for me.
They understood my desire to have a partner. Steve, Sonia, and Effie prayed with me and I could feel God’s presence. For me, God’s presence and the relationship we have with him is what is important. Not following some rules that the church put into place, created by man. Having this time with them encouraged me and lifted me up. It was just what I needed.
The next morning, Steve and Sonia went to work in their day jobs while I slept in. Effie made me some breakfast and amazing tea from India. I got to know her better as she told me about her life in India before moving to the U.S. a few years ago.
Effie grew up Catholic and converted to more of a nondenominational decades ago. She felt the call to evangelize in India because she witnessed so many people giving their lives to Jesus. She was so passionate while talking about her calling and her desire to help the community. In the U.S., she said it’s much harder to evangelize because people are closed off and don’t want to talk about God. I felt for her because I could tell it bummed her out. She has such a heart for God and helps out so many people in the community in any way she can.
After breakfast, I drove to Target to get a case of water and continued my drive towards Denver to stay with some other family members. I was so happy to have stayed with my uncle Steve, Sonia, and Effie, even if it was for a short time. They’re the type of people who accept everyone and bring joy to those around them. They provided me with the support and encouragement I needed to keep my chin up.
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