AFTER THE CANADIAN CROSS-COUNTRY ROAD TRIP.
ARTICLE #1: My Starting Point From My Hometown In Nova Scotia, Canada.
Six months of planning while working through the winter season on an oil refinery, and eventually storing all my belongings away to take off on a road trip for three months has been a fantastic way to spend my 2016 summer. I'm sitting at the right Tim Hortons where I started writing the layout that would be the Canadian Cross Country Road Trip. I sat here with having no clue what was in store for me. All I could do was try my best to plan this upcoming adventure as diligently as I could.
I tried to figure what my expenses would be, what my travel time and the amount of distance that I would be covering, and have no ties left behind and make sure that my vehicle, my camera, and camping gear was ready for the trip. It was a hectic schedule, to say the least. My days off consisted mostly of getting this trip ready with as little hang up as possible. By the time May came along, the countdown for the start of the trip began. After I had got a chance to wish my dear friends a great summer, I made sure I had everything lined up so that the morning of June the first would be a very smooth departure. That morning eventually came, I left my key on the island in the kitchen of where I lived for three years and got into my car and took off towards this unknown journey I finally had the opportunity to embark onto.
Starting from Edmonton in Alberta, I headed straight to Nova Scotia. It took me five days to get to the East Coast. I averaged about one thousand kilometers (six hundred and twenty-one miles) a day which would span anything between ten to twelve hours a day, depending on whether there was construction, inclement weather, or different posted speed limits. I was surprised that I managed as well as I did with the amount of time spent behind the wheel. I got home June the fifth just a little after supper. Seeing my hometown after being away for a year was great, nothing beats being home. I got to see my parents that evening. We took some time to catch up. I was home.
The next day I did something I planned for several months which was to surprise my grandmother at her home. My aunt knew I was coming, so she tagged along with the plan. The objective was we would Skype and have our regular conversation, then I would say that the connection was poor so I’d drop the call. That would be my cue of getting into the house, go to the living room and surprise her. She was under the impression that she was going to have someone else visit her that afternoon so when the house door opened, she wouldn’t think of who was coming in. Little did she know that it ended up being me. She was pleasantly surprised.I stayed for a month in Nova Scotia with my family and a few of my good friends. I spent a good deal of time with my grandmother, got a few opportunities to go biking with my dad, spend some time shopping with my mom, and went on little adventures with my aunt. This trip reminded me so much of how important family is. When you live away from home, you tend to set into your life, your routine, which is normal. It does come a time where you have to make the initiative to go back home, not because you have too, but because you need too.
Your family is the backbone of who you are. I can’t count how many time I’ve been told by people who know my parents tell me how much I remind them of either my mother or my father. I have living examples right in front of me of what I truly believe is a beautiful family. This was a great month that I wished would have lasted longer, but I had an opportunity facing me to take advantage of, so with saying my farewells to my amazing family, I was on the road to what was the start of my Canadian Cross Country Road Trip.