I walked to the very edge of the abyss and took a long, deep breath.
It was just a feeling in my gut, the one deep down like a log in the bottom of your stomach, right beside your intestines. It sits there, unmoving, knowing that you’re about to make one of the worst decisions of your life. It gnaws at you – forcing you to remember every little thing that could go wrong. A cord breaking, too much wind, a simple fold not being where it should be, your instructor falling unconscious above you… Those images and dozens of others flash behind my eye lids as I close my eyes to breathe.
Breathe in, breathe out. Relax.
Harness on, strapped tightly to my instructor behind me – almost as though we were one organism – we lumber to the door, shuffling awkwardly past the other benches where the other jumpers had previously sat. When you get to the door, the wind takes hold and whips my hair back, and I cross my arms over my chest, hands on each shoulder. Kind of ironic, as that’s the position you take in a coffin.
One more deep breath. Okay.
Leaning forward together, we jumped, and I soared.
In early October I was in Ontario for a week visiting my family. While I was there I had a chance to go back to Algonquin park to use my camera for the first time!
I’m sorry for the lack of updates or posts! There is no WIFI where I’m staying at the moment, and I’m using up data like crazy. #firstworldproblems.
I leave tomorrow for Belgium, where I will be landing on Wednesday, after going through the London airport (I usually go through Frankfurt) with barely 2 hours in between. I’ll see how that goes…
I’m really excited to go to my second home, but at the same time I’m leaving family here and I will miss them terribly. And Tim Hortons. And English. God, my Dutch is absolutely rotten now, I don’t know how I’m going to survive!
Anywho, after landing in Belgium I have a hotel lined up for 3 nights in Antwerpen, just enough time to catch my breath and readjust to travelling again. And to stuff my face with chocolate, waffles, French fries, beer and ice cream without anyone bearing witness. I thought it was quite clever.
After that… We’ll see. For the most part I have an idea as to where I will be, but I want to keep everything open as much as I can. I have so many friends to see and places to visit, I truly hope I can get it all done in the 2 weeks I’m there.
I guess we’ll see! I hope all of my Canadian friends had a wonderful Thanksgiving! 🙂
In 2011 I left for the trip of a lifetime, as a Rotary Youth Exchange Student to Mol, Belgium.
I had always wanted to travel, and it seemed like the perfect way to do it. It would also look amazing on any university application. So I applied, without my parents knowledge. They actually didn’t know about it until we were on our way to the interview. I never imagined I would be the one chosen from Fort St. John to go that year.
So I arrived in Belgium, at 16 years old, wide eyed and scared. Not knowing a word of Dutch, and wondering what the hell I had gotten myself into.
So as of October 8th I will no longer be a Canadian Resident.