The thought of traveling and experiencing another part of the world has always been a desire of mine.
I’m the kind of person who hates staying in one place for too long. I guess you can call me someone who gets bored very easily. My family loves to travel.
When I was young we’d always have summer and winter vacations where we’d either go overseas to places such as Hong Kong or other states such as New York. Throughout all the adventures I’d take with my family I’ve always wanted to venture out and experience a whole new foreign place on my own. Even though I liked traveling with my parents, there were certain things that I wanted to do that they want to do.
But because I was young, I didn’t really have a choice and couldn’t do a lot of the things that I wanted to do. During the summer of 2006, I took that first step onto my own adventure that I will never forget. I was only sixteen years old when I first traveled by myself. My destination was Toronto, Canada. I had never been to Canada and it wasn’t my initial idea of an “adventure”. I always believed that Canada was no different than America since they’re both in the same continent.
I had a few friends that I knew were living in Toronto as well as a few family members. My family and I never been to Canada, therefore, I decided that Canada would be my first adventure on my own. I’ll never forget the morning that I was catching my early morning flight; my mom trying to squeeze in last minute itineraries, my dad double-checking with me my flight schedule more than a hundred times. When we got to the airport, we ended up going in circles because we weren’t familiar with the Canadian terminals and the location.
When all was settled and I was sitting in my seat of the airplane, the fear of actually flying on my own to a different country hit me. I started to tear up a bit. I called my mom and I could hear the cracking of her voice and slight tears since it would be the first time I would n…