A Letter to my Past

This is an idea I stole from my brother's blog... Enjoy.

A Letter to my Past

I write this in the face of change. While it is a change I welcome, it comes with sacrifice, as does all things that are worth doing. The sacrifice I am forced to make is why I am writing this. You have been there for me for my whole life, cradling my in your familiar arms, but it is time for me to leave your warm embrace, and to journey into the world with a fearless facade. I am not fearless though. With every step I take, I feel more and more uncertain. Am I ready for this? I believe I am, and you have been preparing me for it for my whole life. Have all the people I've met, all the things I've done been to provide me with the tools to take each subsequent step? I think they have, and every day I thank you for it. I may only be taking small pieces of with you with me, but they are important pieces, and will sustain me in the difficult time to come.

To the parts of you that I don't have room in my suitcase for, I say farewell, but not goodbye. Farewell, for now. I care for you deeply, and you for me. This is not the end of our journey together, but simply a chance for us to grow. Someday our paths may cross again, but it will not be soon, nor will it be easy. But I trust that it will be for the best.

Facebook, faceback, whatever!

Facebook, faceback, whatever you choose to call it, has been consistently earning my disdain since my somewhat anticlimactic joining of Facebook. I was promised that I would be instantly hooked, constantly updating my profile and sticking my nose into other people's business. I was, needless to say, disappointed.

Facebook is a self-proclaimed "social utility", and while at first glance it seems that way, once one delves deeper into the putrid recesses of the website, one begins to realize how much like an online version of high school it is. You also quickly begin to realize all the reasons you hated high school. You are constantly being judged on how popular you are: how many pictures of you people have posted, how often people post on your profile or "wall" etc. There are also countless ways for people to anonymously (or publicly!) degrade you, through several applications such as the "Hot or Not" application, or the anonymous comment application. Other notables include the ability to compare all the people in your network from everything from taste in music, to taste in fashion to smell?!

I have personally never been subjected to such cowardly types of bullying, but even that the capacity to do so has been provided in such a popular and otherwise interesting and useful tool is annoying, to say the least. Granted, these applications are completely optional, but then again, so was skipping class in high school... And for these reasons and others, I am officially boycotting Facebook.

Shedding a tear and moving on

Leaving all you know and love behind, picking up and continuing on your journey... I thought it would be easier. But as the days roll by and my migration to Bermuda seems ever more imminent and real, I realize that it's not. Saying goodbye to FX, my good friend from France, was tough. Tougher than any goodbye I've had to make. It seemed so much more permanent than other difficult goodbyes I've had to make (and I have made a few!). Hopefully it will be no more permanent than the other 3 we've had, but.... A tougher, even more permanent and life changing goodbye approaches though, faster and sooner than I thought it ever would. I always though that saying goodbye to PEI, my friends, my extending family, and everything that I've known for almost 17 years would come as a relief. I have always been so disdainful of the island, but now, so close to the end, it seems that I am succumbing to vertigo, and I'm wasting my last few moments here. Seeing with new eyes, smelling with unprejudiced nose, feeling with fresh hands... Prince Edward Island is where my heart is, and it's where it will stay, at least for the time being.

Yet another "fresh" start...

I have been long seperated from the blogging world. Too long, some might say, and not long enough some others might argue. But, in any case, after seeing all my old blogging buddies websites seemingly wind down, I thought it might be time to take a stab at it. I haven't told anyone about it... I wonder how long it will take for them to find it?

Anyhoo, the name of my blog. I have always admired nomads. They go where life takes them, fearlessly and tirelessly. They are the center of their constantly changing world, and in this way, I wish I were more like them. I love change, and abhor stagnancy, in all aspects of my life. I have always had the urge to travel, and although I have done plenty of that in my young life, I don't think it will ever be enough. As for the rest of it, this blog will be very loosely based on my journey through life in general, though most specifically the big changes coming up for me soon. As for the fledgling part... How experienced a nomad can a 16 year old from PEI be?

I guess that's it for now, a small introduction, with (hopefully) more to come! If you stick around, brace yourself for a barrage of uneducated and probably generally misinformed rants and opinions!