There could not be a more round about way to get to Orlando, Florida from Vancouver, BC. I fly Vancouver-Calgary, Calgary-Toronto, then Toronto-Orlando.
At least, I’m trying to.
I checked earlier today and all three flights were on time, ready to go. When I get to the Vancouver airport, I find out that my first flight is about an hour and a half late.
It’s delayed because it’s snowing in Calgary and they were unprepared for snow in May.
I find this whole ordeal so incredibly ironic. I’m going somewhere where snow is a foreign concept, yet my travels are delayed because of it. Oh well. I’ll brush it off - I’m going to the happiest place on earth. The only thing that irks me about this delay is that I could’ve spent the day with my friends at ODS prepping for the alumni party and open house. Oh well. C’est la vie.
It hasn’t hit me yet that I won’t be home for a very long time. I guess I’m just so used to traveling since I frequently commute between Victoria and Vancouver for school. Once I get on the plane, I predict that will all change.
This summer is forcing me to be independent. I like to think of myself as a very independent person, but ICP is taking that to an entire different level. This summer is throwing me into the metaphorical deep end without my water wings. Good thing I am a strong swimmer.
As much as I would love to say I am nothing but excited, nerves are weighing on my mind - and have been for a while now. The unknown is always scary. This has always been a fault of mine - fear of the unknown, fear of change. I’m completely uprooting my life and moving it across the continent for 3 months to do something I never thought I would have the opportunity to do. Don’t get me wrong, this is going to be an amazing summer and I can’t wait to meet everybody tomorrow, but I am scared.
Speaking of fears, let’s address the one about flying. The next 15 hours are going to be a gong show. Granted that my longest flight is just under 4 hours, I have to ascend and descend 3 different times and endure being in a confined, air-recycled tube for longer than I care for. Flying has always scared me. I used to get horrible panic attacks when I would fly - friends that have traveled with me can attest that it was not fun. Hopefully, today and tomorrow will be smooth sailings.
I am so excited to start this chapter of my life, but I’m also sad that I’ll be missing out on things at home. Like this weekend, Open House at ODS and Spencer’s birthday. My sister graduates next month. All my camps are happening this summer without my name on the counselling staff.
Before I sign off and go watch Grey’s Anatomy before my flight, some things for some certain people to know.
Genny: You are a fantastic Sr. Counsellor and I love you to pieces. I’m sure this weekend will be amazing and everybody has you to thank for that.
Emma/Heather: You are both such fantastic camp directors. I am so sad I am missing out on what you have in store for camp this summer, but I have no doubts that it will be the best Artaban will see all year.
My lovely ladies: I will miss you all so much. You don’t even know. Please make sure I have your addresses so I can email you wonderful Disney things.
Spencer: You know. I know you know. And happy birthday my love.
And now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to get comfy at a different gate. Apparently YVR just doesn’t want this flight to happen.