Yesterday I went to Whistler, BC to go snowboarding and on one of the ski lifts I was talking to an 8 year old boy who was from Toronto but visiting Whistler for a ski trip and he told me it was beautiful here and his dream was to get a job and move here to British Columbia one day when he’s older. I told him to remember that dream and don’t forget to pursue it because too often people have dreams as a kid but when they get older they forget their goals and become complacent in their comfort. Not to say my life is goals, but I did make goals and I am adamant about following through with them. That brings us to today where I’ve been living in Vancouver now for almost a month.
As promised, part 2 of my Thanksgiving break trip…This is Japan. I spent a total of 3 mere days in a country that hosts innumerable places to explore. Japan is a dream place to hit for so many people and I would definitely come back again for a longer period of time to really delve into the depths of the cool discoveries that Tokyo holds. To be honest I don’t really know how to start this post because I feel like I really only barely skimmed the surface of what Tokyo and Japan has to offer, but nevertheless, here we go.
I arrived at Tokyo’s Narita airport from Jakarta, Indonesia. When I flew to Indonesia I also transferred at Narita, but it was only for a few hours. Flying on the way back also conveniently had us layover in Narita, so I requested to stay a few days in this layover city before directly flying back to Chicago. I use Google Flights to schedule my flights and the beauty of travelling via layovers is that you can choose the Multi-City option so my trip would look like Chicago to Indonesia; Indonesia to Tokyo; Tokyo to Chicago. Since Tokyo was already part of the layover plan, it is a cheaper way to hit up multiple countries for about the same price. I do this when I travel from Ottawa, Canada to China. The trip gives me a layover in Vancouver and I just schedule myself a few extra days in Vancouver to explore before I leave from there to China. Flying domestically within Canada is hella expensive so stopping in Vancouver on the way to China is a great way to get a free domestic plane ride. *just some travel hacks* 🙂
Thanksgiving break is usually a week for students to go home, binge eat comfort food, and stress about upcoming finals while trying to relax. Sadly, I haven’t celebrated American Thanksgiving because I haven’t been actually been in the US on that day for 7 consecutive years now. But that’s okay because this year I left school a few days early and went to Bali and Belitung Islands in Indonesia and Tokyo in Japan. Bali’s volcano Mt. Agur just erupted a few days after I left Bali. Thank goodness for timing because it erupted a few weeks before we arrived as well. Having been able to escape that and safely land back in the US, here’s a brief overview of how I explored Bali and the Belitung Islands of Indonesia in 4 days. Tokyo will be in the next post.
How do I even begin…how do I even begin to describe how I deceived myself into accepting my life experiences as normal and that it was just another thing that came with puberty? To be honest I can’t even remember the first time I experienced sexual harassment, I just learned to expect and accept it when I started wearing makeup, when I transitioned from a girl to a woman in the eyes of the world, when I unknowingly hit the shallow standards and tolerable age to start being admired by all sorts of men. If you know me well, I’ve probably told you that I don’t want to get married or that I hate guys, but I was not born this way; no, I am a product of conditioning. You see, naturally I believe I should be attracted to men but how can I when the weak links of the male population have scarred me into disgust, hatred and a deeply engrained mentality to be skeptical of every male interaction and compliment, to question every motive behind nice guys. Deep deep deep down inside I may entertain the possibility of marriage one day, but that thought won’t be seeing the light of day anytime soon, at least not while I hold onto my own form of self-defence (at the same time is also the full embodiment of self-sabotage) that is pessimism. I think this will be healthy for me to share some things of my heart and also healthy for those who feel this same way but also healthy for those who can’t relate or are on the outside to provoke some thoughts and discussion.
Food has been called a spouse, a child, a best friend, an enemy, a bully, a listener, and more.
This topic has been on my mind for years. I’ve written about it many times but I wanted to start publishing these for you to read. I want to do a series so hopefully I’ll be writing more on this topic soon because it’s a little taboo. I know so many people struggle with this problem, but let’s talk about it.
Day 1 Link-https://wp.me/p93ia0-1x
$27.67 Gosh uber is pricey at 9:30am on a Saturday morning going to Pikes Peak. When I searched up the route last night it was around $18, but because of increased popularity and demand, the prices went up, but I had no choice but to pay it and leave at that time because I had a Cog Railway ticket ($41) leaving at 10:40am, requiring me to be there 30mins early. The ride was 3hr 10mins, taking us all the way up to the 14,115ft summit. It was much colder so my sweater and jacket kept me cozy. I had a tank underneath since it was hot at the bottom of the mountain, so I don’t recommend wearing crazy layers all day. Just remember to pack warm clothes. After the ride, I ate my second avocado toast of the day, the fourth of the trip. Avocado is my favorite food, so I was still pretty happy and content eating it.
I needed a getaway.
School had just started, yes, but I already needed to get away from campus. Before school started I was excited to come back to school and see my friends and get acquainted back to campus life, but when I actually came, things didn’t roll as smoothly as I thought they would. Without going into too much detail… I basically had a lot of situations, relationships, and problems left unresolved and I started feeling an overwhelming amount of different emotions: depression, anxiety, paranoia, social isolation, low self-esteem, and doubt. I knew if I stayed where I was, sulking in this mountain of feelings, that it would snowball so fast and I would be out of control. It’s a scary place to be, and so Thursday night, August 31, I booked a plane ticket to Colorado Springs, Colorado. It didn’t take much research or thought. In fact, I had never even heard of Colorado Springs, but for some reason, my heart yearned and so my fingers typed and my hands followed.
$191.40 round trip from Chicago O’hare to Colorado Springs Airport. I immediately booked a bus to leave from Champaign Friday morning at 5:20am so I packed my things that night and tried to call a campsite to reserve a bunkhouse for Friday night, but I couldn’t reach them, so I left a message and departed the next morning having no idea where I would sleep that night. Oh it’s also worth mentioning that after the bus left I remembered I didn’t have my passport and I thought my trip would not be happening. Luckily my Ontario Driver’s License was another accepted piece of ID for travelling domestic.
July 13th, 2017 I stood in the Bogota airport in Colombia with tears falling down my face. I think it was my first time crying in an airport. But how could I not when I had to part ways from my wonderfully loving, warm, and caring Youth for Christ host family that I had spent over 3 weeks with? Those weeks I spent in Colombia were organized by CTI Music Ministries in partnership with Youth for Christ Colombia. CTI trains musicians and sends them out to different countries to serve and spread the gospel through music, so I was sent to Bogota, Colombia after two weeks of training in the US with my band.