Me in a nutshell….
I grew up in a small family of four; myself, mother, father, younger brother. I grew up in a big family of 6 uncles, 6 aunts, 4 grand parents, 2 great grandparents, 12 first cousins and so on.
I was born in a small town where I ran around the streets with no worry of cars. I moved 9 times before i was 8 years old. Then my family started to ship me off to other relatives when I became to much for my parents to handle.
My father and I never saw eye to eye and had different opinions on pretty much everything so I never got his approval for anything. 20 years later and I still have no approval and no relationship….he just sulks when I come around. My mother was the hard one to not talk to. From age 8 until 19 we called the “monster years” during these years my mom had a quick temper with words that would cut you right open. For almost all of my life I avoided my two parents…not once did they ever lay a hand on me but some days I wish they would have…it would have been easier then the yelling, slamming doors, broken frames, tears, and the permanent slice in my mind with a pain that never seems to ease. Getting out of the house was the easiest thing to do with my family, it felt more like running.
Up until I turned 15 I hated my brother. We used to bite eachother until there was blood and try to physically hurt eachother. Now he is my bestfriend and I would do anything for him. I am jealous of his relationship with my parents, he is so smart which impresses my dad and he is so kind which impresses my mom. I wish.
I had a quick get away from my family growing up. I had started horseback riding when I was 2. The get away started with once a week for an hour, then it became an obsession. Being at the barn, brushing, mucking, cleaning the saddle, braiding manes, and the ride went from being an hour and expanded into two or three hours in the saddle and a full day working around the barn. I call it home.
When I turned 5 that is when I started figuring out where I was from. My parents started sending me off to a family friend who had a massive Dairy and Potato farm on Prince Edward Island, I spent 3 summers with them. Here is where I learned that horses were not my only escape, I loved the cows. Walking into that farm on the first day of summer was probably the hardest….because of the smell. After these first 2 summers working with dairy became a life style.
Age 6 was the first time I went to Newfoundland to visit my aunt and grandparents from my dads side. After that first 2 weeks being there I missed it everyday, so much so that I started returned more frequently and for longer periods of time. The summers in p.e.i. stopped and newfoundland took over. Every school break, long weekend, summer vacation, and holiday was spent in newfoundland until university.
My first year out of highschool I went for the longest drive of my life, the trans canada highway. I started in ontario with my parents, went through the United states over to B.C. Along the way seeing yellowstone park and Old faithful in the states. From B.C. I drove over to alberta and stopped for my aunts wedding. Drove through to manitoba and stopped in flin flon (a town I lived in when I was very young) and saw an old friend. Stopped in ontario again first in schreiber to see my mothers side of the family including all my extended family, then to timmins to visit my first house and an old friend/family friends, then continued on. Stopped outside of montreal in Quebec to meet my god parents for the first time which was awesome, a little hard to talk to because I suck at speaking french. Continued on and finished in Nova scotia where I moved into my university residence.
University was a goodtime for me. I was away from my family, drunk every weekend or sometimes longer and I met some of my best friends in the whole world. After one semester I moved out of residence and moved in with my bestfriend who had a horse at the same barn as I did. Around Easter I got a call that my bestfriend from in ontario was very sick, so I packed up in a day and drove straight through back to ontario.
Around the time when I got to ontario is when I met Hippie Bitch. I am just gunna skip all that drama though as it is unimportant at this moment. After a year of doing nothing with my life I decided to go back to school. I started this blog because one of my course requirements was to write an environmental blog, then I decided to write a personal one and this is it.
Now that I have caught myself up to this exact moment, I can move on…..