Numbered Days

Today is my last day in St. John’s, Newfoundland. I took one last stroll through town and ended my journey here at the local Fixed Coffee and Bakery with a chai tea latte. I’m surprised at how sad I am about leaving. There’s something just completely therapeutic about a city by the ocean, dewy morning fog, and writing in a wooden turquoise coffee shop with a painting of Jesus above the mantle.

But this trip not only gave me the chance to relax, it let me learn so much about myself and what the world has to offer. I don’t want to go back to my insanely busy schedule in Toronto, but at the same time I’m ready to tackle whatever comes next. I’m ready to work hard towards the next chapter of my life.

In addition to diving back into school and work, I’ll be moving out of my condo and (for lack of better word) downgrading to a room with three flatmates, mismatched furniture, and an old green apartment door. Yet somehow, from here on out, although I just know there will be obstacles and challenges galore, I feel as though I’ll be richer now than ever before.