Dear Fredericton, I know we have known each other for a very long time, and we have had some good times. But I think that our relationship has run it's course, at least for now. I think that we should see other people.. What I'm trying to say is that I'm leaving you for Quebec. Don't take it personally...
Best of Love
Irene
As I sit here, in my now barren room, I begin to think about the magnitude of what I am about to do. Going away in September is nothing new to the just graduted. Countless coming-of-age books and movies are based on it *cough* Looking For Alaska *cough* but what I find over whelming is this: I was not born here, but I grew up here. I am so accustomed to Fredericton and the way it lives that, while growing up, my little sister and I were convinced that all cities have a river running through them. Emptying out my room was surreal. I found papers, books, pictures, even a few shirts that I had assumed long gone. I found bits of my past that I had hoped to forget...
Today is September first. In exactly seven days and 5 hours, I will be in the Acadian Bus terminal, with bags and family, just waiting for the first step in a six month adventure. Who knows what I will find! I have been to Quebec and Quebec City before, but never on my own.
In each Katimavik Group there are eleven volunteers. The breakdown goes: 2 from BC, 2 from the Prairies, 3 from Ontario, 3 from Quebec and one from the East Coast. That means that out of the eleven people there, I am the only representative from PEI, Nova Scotia, Newfoundland and Labrodour, and New Brunswick. I don't know why, but that idea just taunts me.
All I know is that I have to keep my head up and take everything one day at a time. I will up-date this as often as possible, and try to keep in touch with my East Coast friends.
Every day a new adventure, so no worries.
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