My Titanic Fascination

Alright... so not everyone would just get up and fly to the other side of Canada to honor something that had nothing to do with them, and happened 100 years ago. But since I heard the Titanic story (which is coincidently when James Cameron told it in '97) I have loved the ship... so a flight to either Halifax (or Belfast Ireland, where it was built) was in order. Since I had no money for the latter, NS it was.

Every article I could find, I have with me... 2 hours were spent in the museum. I did the "candle light procession" and sat through the memorial ceremonies in the downtown core in the cold till after 1am. I visited the grave sights, and ended the trip off with a dinnner-theatre performance (remembering how much the former-guyfriend hated "Titanic - The musical" a couple years back, and smiling about that to myself).

Hopefully I find some highlights of the events that someone may have recorded online. But I'm sure you could ask my friend Laura and my mom, and they'd both say they were "all Titanic'd out". But what could I say? The 100-year-anniversary only happens once.

Lack of Planning = My Best Adventures

I was talking to someone the other day, and trying to explain how my best adventures happen when I don't have a plan. I've been to Europe a couple times before, gone to Mexico by myself ect ect, but I REFUSE to be the person who pre-plans everything. I feel too confined having a plan, and I think life should be about spontinaitey and fun, so I don't bother w planning.

I was making small talk with my boss (who is originally from Halifax. He asked me the standard questions: what I wanted to see, where I wanted to go, where I was staying, how I was getting around... but my answer to all of them were *shrugs* "I dunno... I'll just figure it out"
Now... I understand that most people don't travel in such an unorginaized way - but I do. I like the idea of meeting someone at a hostel and just joining in on their 3 day trip to wherever they plan on going. If I have a place to stay, that's awesome, and if I don't, it'll work itself out - that's the way I see it.

Now... *rewind*
When I first decided I was going to go to Halifax for a trip, my initial excuse was to "comemorate the Titanic" which is still a true excuse for the trip. My parents had a bit of a freak out when they found out I wasn't coming to see them in Hammertown instead, and I told them to just come w to Halifax to see me(cuz they never go anywhere). Surprise! My mom called my bluff so now she's crashing my party.

I can't exactly sleep in a car, on the floor of some chicks house, or w a random (not that I would) if my mom's along - and well that changes things...

---More on travels (w my mom) will continue tomorrow, where I'm slightly more sober.---

The Best Feeling in the World

alright, alright, so the title of this blog is a little off-putting as "The Best Feeling in the World" is a tie for two feelings. I couldn't decide which one was most important to me... one I have a little bit of control over, the other one is a really nice surprise to experience. But either way, I'd like to remeniss about both, and wish they appeared more often in my everyday life.

The feeling of the nervous excitement I get before a trip to a place I've never been to before: the anticipation of having a new adventure is one that I love. I start thinking about it a few weeks before hand. Thinking of activities I might do and things I should pack. My whole demeanor changes as I prepare myself to embrace a new way of living; new types of people that I may not have met before.I'm myself most when I am traveling. I am fun and exciting and up for anything. The surley, critical demeanor of mine goes away and I'm just up for a good time. But that anticipation is the best feeling in the world.

The feeling of nervous excitement that surprises me in its appearance, when I realize I like someone: some call this feeling the "butterflies in the tummy" but I'll stick w the word SMITTEN. I would love to choose this feeling as a definite number one, but I don't know if I've experienced it more than 2 or 3 times during the course of my life. It's that time when all you can think about is another person, but still stick true to yourself. The time when you challenge each other most, and are still trying to impress one another by how interesting, different, and fun you are. Example: the point in time when your phone receives a text, and you hope it's him, so you get a bit nervous... but if it's not him you don't hold a grudge about it (that doesn't come till you've fallen).

ANYWAY: The feelings are completely similar, yet utterly different. One I can control by booking myself a flight, and getting away to some place new. The other one, well I just keep my fingers crossed for it's surprise appearance. But both are unforgetable.