My first blog!

So this is Corrie, who I met on the plane to Vancouver. We watched Intervention together and made fun of Fox news! yayyyy. Then i never saw her again. Yayyyy!

I was planning on keeping a travel journal but only made like 4 entries hahah, as I was too busy to write in it plus unmotivated. However, I feel my first entry was pretty good so I'll post it, its the only lame emo one i swear:

SEPT 15th: I am in zee airport heading to VanVanVancouver. Excited? Yes. Nervous? Yes. But surprisingly not feeling too much of either. Suppose its due to how surreal the whole thing is.

What have I signed up for? Nothing I can't handle is the correct answer! Boo yah. I am finally doing it, challenging and pushing myself instead of being a lazy asshole. Am I too hard on myself? Usually, although most would never ever guess it.

Is this whole trip me trying to gain self-confidence, push myself and prove to myself that there's nothing one can't do when you put your mind to it? Yes thats true, but its not the whole truth.

I needed a drastic change, to get out of my comfort zone.

This trip benefits me in only too many ways -
-to see the world, places I've been dying to see,
-to quit smoking for a year and think clearly, to buy a video camera perhaps,
-to view our culture through another's eyes, to learn Japanese,
-to further my training in martial arts, to live on my own and be utterly self-dependent,
-to get away from all the pretentious Toronto drama, to make some money, the list only goes on and on.

I know I've done the right thing, and hopefully that will be enough to console me as I suffer from homesickness and the fear that comes from being as isolated and alone as I'll be: where I can't even understand what anyone else is saying.

In 5 hours I'll be in Van. I only hope my hostel isn't a piece of shit.

Vancouver, the next day when I wandered around the city.