Elizabet, eh? I am from White Rock, Canada. You know, it's in British Columbia? A little southeast of Vancouver? Yeah, not many people know about it if they aren't from Canada. It's right above the US/Canadian border, so we see a lot of Americans driving through. About every other weekend my friends and I go to Vancouver to party, there isn't much to do in my town except look at the beaches. The ridiculously cold beaches. Or go drink and chill on the pier. I was born in Surrey, but my parents preferred the small town atmosphere of White Rock, and the views are better so we moved when I was about four. I don't remember it much. Any traveling I have done has been in the US, it's where my mom is from originally.
In other news, yesterday was my last day at the counseling center. It was hard, one because I was so ready to go that sitting behind a desk drove me crazy and two because I was leaving behind one of my favorite jobs ever. The team is great and I will miss everyone. Jacquie gave me a necklace that she bought in Africa of a carved traveler's foot and it is just so perfect. I plan on wearing it basically everyday of my trip. I now have a symbol.
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