Airports.
It all begins with an idea. Maybe you want to backpack around Europe, maybe you want to see all the Hardrock Cafe’s in the world - You’ll need to visit an airport to do it. A place designed to move people without connecting them, or maybe that’s just been my experience.
Pearson.
I land at Pearson airport in the middle of a snow storm, so GG asked that I find my own way to Kingston since the driving is too dangerous. I go pick up my luggage and wrap my thin cotton scarf around my neck as I try to sleepily drag my suitcases to the nearest washroom. I can’t seem figure out a comfortable way to keep them all together as I navigate a handicapped stall with my 200lb body. The more I struggle, the more trapped I become, feeling tears of frustration, loneliness and desperation bubble to the service. By the time I make it to the shuttle waiting area I am a slobbering, blubbering giant mess. An older couple closest to me ask if I need anything like water or a seat and all I can do is shake my head and force a smile. GG picks me up at the bus stop after the silent 6 hour shuttle drive through the snow, stopping at the CAF base towns along the way.
I haven’t walked in days. There is no need, everything is in the house and there is a car. Besides the sidewalks are very slippery. My back and even my organs are becoming stiff and sore as a result.
Make it stand out
It all begins with an idea. Maybe you want to launch a business. Maybe you want to turn a hobby into something more. Or maybe you have a creative project to share with the world. Whatever it is, the way you tell your story online can make all the difference.
Pearson
I land at Pearson airport in the middle of a snow storm, so GG asked that I find my own way to Kingston since the driving is too dangerous. I go pick up my luggage and wrap my thin cotton scarf around my neck as I try to sleepily drag my suitcases to the nearest washroom. I can’t seem figure out a comfortable way to keep them all together as I navigate a handicapped stall with my 200lb body. The more I struggle, the more trapped I become, feeling tears of frustration, loneliness and desperation bubble to the service. By the time I make it to the shuttle waiting area I am a slobbering, blubbering giant mess. An older couple closest to me ask if I need anything like water or a seat and all I can do is shake my head and force a smile. GG picks me up at the bus stop after the silent 6 hour shuttle drive through the snow, stopping at the CAF base towns along the way.
I haven’t walked in days. There is no need, everything is in the house and there is a car. Besides the sidewalks are very slippery. My back and even my organs are becoming stiff and sore as a result.