I’m a little frightened, in all honesty. We will land, I’ll get my luggage and then I will stand there, 20 years old, with little to no backpacking experience, on the other end of the ocean. Who will I meet? Will I run out of money? I’ll probably get lost quite a few times. I’m so ready to go on an adventure it scares me. I haven’t really planned out much of my journey, because I prefer doing things spontaneous. I do have a few fixed activities, such as going to Warped Tour and visiting my dad’s colleague in Montreal, but that’s about it. But I really like the idea of waking up in the morning and then seeing what the day will bring. There will be plenty of things to do, places to see. I’ll probs go on a few hikes (can’t waittt), visit a lot of museums, try to find some good street art, go out etc.

A few times this year Canada came up in my courses. There is a festival of indigenous films when I’m in Toronto which I would love to visit. And as always, anthropology offered me so many ways to look at the same thing and I plan on exploring the places I will visit from as many points of view as possible.

 

In French, you don’t really say “I miss you.” You say “tu me manques,” which is closer to “you are missing from me.”

I love that. “You are missing from me.” You are a part of me, you are essential to my being. You are like a limb, or an organ, or blood. I cannot function without you.

(Source: timorleste, via nakedorange)