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This afternoon I bid goodbye to my parents and watched as they pulled away from the hostel that I'm currently staying at. I think all three of us were fighting back some tears.
As I write this I'm sitting on my bottom bunk while I wait for my phone to charge so that I can go out and grab dinner.
The next four months are going to be the longest period I've ever been away from home, and the first time I've been completely on my own for something. It's scary. Honestly, I don't know if I've been this frightened before of something in my life, being far from home in a place where I have no contacts or friends.
But it's a good sense of fear. Not one that I'm used to, one of going back to the hellhole that is the deli, one of returning to an awful environment day after day for an entire summer. But rather one of the unknown, of what challenges and possibilities await me in the coming months.
I've always felt a sort of silly connection to the rockies. One that was cemented as I looked out onto the golden fields near Watterton national park in during the summer when I was in grade 9, when I realized that this is the place I wanted to be, the place I wanted to protect and nurture so that my grandkids' grandkids could look out and have that same wonderful moment that I did.
Even though I'm not doing conservation work, this summer marks the hopeful, nervous beginning of what I want to do with my life, of being surrounded by an environment that I've always loved and found joy in witnessing and experiencing.
So... Yes, it's utterly and impossibly terrifying to me right now, but at the same time I'm so looking forward to what the future holds for me.
And hey, it was in these mountains that I wrote my first actual story that I put up on FA, so perhaps they'll spur me on towards greater and greater artistic endeavours.
As I write this I'm sitting on my bottom bunk while I wait for my phone to charge so that I can go out and grab dinner.
The next four months are going to be the longest period I've ever been away from home, and the first time I've been completely on my own for something. It's scary. Honestly, I don't know if I've been this frightened before of something in my life, being far from home in a place where I have no contacts or friends.
But it's a good sense of fear. Not one that I'm used to, one of going back to the hellhole that is the deli, one of returning to an awful environment day after day for an entire summer. But rather one of the unknown, of what challenges and possibilities await me in the coming months.
I've always felt a sort of silly connection to the rockies. One that was cemented as I looked out onto the golden fields near Watterton national park in during the summer when I was in grade 9, when I realized that this is the place I wanted to be, the place I wanted to protect and nurture so that my grandkids' grandkids could look out and have that same wonderful moment that I did.
Even though I'm not doing conservation work, this summer marks the hopeful, nervous beginning of what I want to do with my life, of being surrounded by an environment that I've always loved and found joy in witnessing and experiencing.
So... Yes, it's utterly and impossibly terrifying to me right now, but at the same time I'm so looking forward to what the future holds for me.
And hey, it was in these mountains that I wrote my first actual story that I put up on FA, so perhaps they'll spur me on towards greater and greater artistic endeavours.
Glad to help out. Stay safe with yourself!
https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u.....426_104927.jpg is one I took yesterday from where I'll be working over the summer. (Hell of an 'office' view!)
https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u.....415_090109.jpg is one of the same mountain (Cascade mountain), but taken from downtown Banff as we were leaving for home during my first house search stint here. I loved the way the clouds were looping around the peaks of it.