Fiji was probably to most adrenaline-based two weeks of the entire trip (which makes sense – the program I was on was called “Pacific Adrenaline”). Continue reading Conquering Your Fears – pt.2
My entire life I have been deathly afraid of heights. Every time I was high off the ground and would look down, my heart would race and my body would cling to the nearest stationary object. Continue reading Conquering Your Fears – pt.1
My flights are officially booked! As of October 19th, 2016, I will be backpacking around Europe on my own for 2 months (plus 1 month where my amazing parents will be joining me – and helping pay for it).
For those of you who may be curious, this giant trip will bring my countries-I-have-visited total from 16 to 32 – double what it currently is! The places to be visited include:
- Amsterdam, and The Hague
- Ghent, Brussels, Burges, and Antwerp
- Luxembourg City
- Frankfurt, Nurembourg, and Munich
- Trieste and Venice
- Zurich and Geneva
- Paris and Versailles
- Oslo and Bergen
Of course, some of these may change during the 3 months if the road happens to take my in a different direction, but for now that is the plan!!
And as any traveler can tell you – talking about a trip is one thing, but actually booking things is another thing entirely. So in honor of finalizing my trip (though currently the flights are really just a one-way ticket from Vancouver to Iceland and Iceland to Amsterdam), I’m going to post some stories from my previous travels over the next few days.
AHHH!! SO EXCITED!!!
During senior year of high school, my English teacher encouraged me to enter a scholarship contest called the “Trey Cheek Memorial Essay Writing Contest.” Using a short story I wrote in the 11th grade, I entered the contest and by some amazing twist of fate won the $1500 scholarship (which helped me pay for my laptop for University).
Being home for a week, I realize most people haven’t seen any of my writing work in years – mainly because I graduated with a Biology major, which required only academic writing. So I figured I’d use one of my posts to put my old short story back into the universe. Click the link below to read it:
Spoiler alert – my experience in Japan, and love for anime throughout my teenage years, may have influenced the story a bit.
Since I was a young girl, my parents have made a point of taking my older brother and I traveling around the United States and later around the world. The first long trip I remember taking was a trip to Hawaii with my family the summer after 5th grade. I was an awkward teenager who hated being seen in a swimsuit, and was full of teenage angst the entire trip. But for some godforsaken reason my parents decided I was a delight to travel with and proceeded to take me with them on a trip to Ireland a year later, trips around the United States to places like Colorado for skiing and Florida for Disney World magic, and they even took me on two-week long family trips to Costa Rica the summers after sixth and seventh grade.
Thankfully by the eighth grade my parents had wised up and decided a trip without me might be a little fun. When my amazingly well connected public middle school offered the opportunity for eight students to go on an eight-day long exchange program to our sister school in Japan, and by some miracle I was chosen to go on the trip, my parents were all too happy to pay for it for me. (Side note – my parents are the most amazing people on earth and without their support my life would be entirely different, so I cannot thank them enough for all they have done.)
I was super nervous – eight days (the longest any parent really wants their thirteen-year-old child to be halfway across the world without them) in Japan, representing my middle school, my state, even my entire country as an exchange student. My mom still tells the story of how I honestly believed I was going to start an international incident and thought it would be better if I stayed home instead. It took all her persuasive power to convince me that (obviously) a thirteen year old girl would not start an international incident and I would have one of the best experiences of my life. And needless to say, she was right, but it only slightly calmed my nerves at the time.
Here is a picture of the host family I stayed with in Shiwa, Iwate:
If you couldn’t tell, I’m the awkward ginger standing in the back.
Going all the way around the world to travel Japan at thirteen years old with seven other twelve and thirteen year olds, and two teachers – both of whom were known around our middle school as hard-asses but were actually really awesome people – was a truly unique experience. And ironic to the future course my life would take, I was actually the most homesick of all the other students. While now I appreciate all of the experiences I had in Japan, at the time I would have given anything to have a nice slice of amazing American apple pie. And the second I got off the plane in Chicago when we came back home, I dropped to the ground and kissed the American soil I was standing on.
Now, ten years later, I have traveled to sixteen countries, visited every continent except for Antarctica before the time I turned 21 years old, and lived in three different countries. And the best part – I have made hundreds of thousands of stories, both good and bad, that I have been able to tell to people all over the world.