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GEORGINA

About Me



My fear of falling is nothing compared to my fear of never leaving the ground. I miss the beach. I love the feeling of walking along the beach, close enough to the water so it laps over my feet in the sand. Swing sets, the one at Whytecliff and the one at Harrison are my favourite. I miss the rope swing at Cat Lake. I like lazy rivers. Waterslides and trampolines. Laughing so hard I cry. Lynn Canyon. Holding hands. Snow angels. Sand castles. Rainbows. Running till I'm out of breath. The chill of being able to see my own breath. Floating in the ocean. Ice. Lynn Headwaters. Spa days. A freshly made bed. I like that it is a small world. Vegas. Tequila. I love Sundays, especially summer Sundays, those lazy days where you have nothing planned but things fall into place. Im shy. I prefer change. Opportunities. Choices. Im driven, determined. Controlled, yet impulsive. I want to see the Northern Lights. I need coffee and diet coke, sushi and mcdonalds. Im the person that wakes up in the morning stating i am never drinking again that is my most over-used line. I think I'm too responsible. I hate crying. My friends rock, every single one of them. I couldnt live without my family, I didnt choose them, but I lucked out with them. I love the smell of fresh cut grass and the sound of the lawnmower on a sunny day. I love picnics and birthday parties. Pub crawls, beer gardens and girls nights. Costa Rican tigers. Shugz and Shady. Tortellini at the Blackbear. Cabo. Watching the sun set and rise in the same night. Ambleside. Life always works out for me, I must have horseshoes somewhere, or maybe I am just too optimistic and see the good in everything, and think everything is the way it is meant to be and that I have made all the right decisions, no regrets right? Life is about who u meet, what u see and where u go...u can never have too many friends..it's who u know...those special people that make those lasting moments in your memory and your heart 4 ever... I love you guys. HAPPY CANADA DAY
Bye Cabo, I'll miss...you...shrimp tacos at gardenias, hamburgers, potatoes, thursdays at jungle bar, wednesdays at LOVESHACK, mango deck, TEQUILA MAN, nowhere bar, marina sol, the ZOO, medano beach, SQUID ROW, the guy on the corner, riding, HONEY, sunrise, baja cantina, desperate housewives in spanish, greenburgs, subtitles, FRUITCAKE, all-you-can-eat sushi at tikibar, CJ & summer ~ i owe you two everything, without you i wouldnt have any of it! patrick, the baby, carly, my sister, shawnte (and family, maggie too), amber, lynn, robin, doris and the chicken shack! mr. feeley's buiscuits, lorena, liam and family, stephanie, my mexican sister, fiona and hustler, topaz and my buddy cleo, simba, almost everyone at palmar, waking up to roosters, dirt roads, chickens, stray dogs, yoya, san diego. i'll always remember midnight intruders, the break-ins, my night at mooncrab, pimp 'n ho that lasted 12 hours, birthdays, halloween, both my christmases, new years, the long night before new years, goodbyes, my endless hangover, boatrides, our last roadtrip to todos santos that ended at the police station, and of course, the revolution of 1910
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I was just reading a book by Brian Tracy, and when reading the following I realized I need to keep traveling…

“There are few true travelers, and of these, none are full time. Like malaria, the traveling “bug” enters the bloodstream, often through a tiny prick in the consciousness – a book, a song, a poem perhaps – and builds up in the body silently. Then one day the fever strikes with an intensity causing an incredible dissatisfaction with routine and normal life.

The cost of traveling is high. To be a true traveler means severing bonds, leaving behind friends, family and security, casting one’s fate into the teeth of the unknown – and not many people dare to pay this price. Those who answer the “call of the road,” and are mentally suited to it, are among the happiest people on earth, and do not need to die to know what heaven is.

Those who dare not leave their social obligations and security behind always carry with them the vague feeling that they have missed something important. Throughout their lives, they will be troubled by recurring periods of uneasiness that they can’t explain to themselves, or to anyone else. And they need not die to have a taste of hell.

The traveling life, though costly, is so enriching emotionally and mentally that it does not, and cannot, last for long periods. It usually leaves the traveler spent and fulfilled, quite prepared to accept the regularity of a quiet life in exchange for the joyous uncertainty of the road.

If you feel the call, “the lure of little voices, all abegging you to go,” don’t fight it and don’t be afraid of it. Take hold of it with both hands and kick yourself free. Live it until you know yourself – and then go back, if you can. It’s not an easy life, even if you do it right; it can be deadly difficult if you do it wrong. But, if you’re meant for it, it’s surely the greatest life on earth.”

cool eh?