Life Goes On…

Here it goes again…

Another transition in life.

Kinda exciting.

 

Graduation of Post Secondary Education= Check
Packed/ Sealed Boxes= Check
Goodbye to Friends= Check
Change of Address= Check

The only thing stopping me from being excited is tha fact that I have to get my wisdom teeth out tomorrow… and that is BALLS!

Really not looking forward to popsicles and soup for a week, but hey good chance for mom and I to share some last mother daughter moments, before I am all grown up and taking care of myself after visits to surgeons and doctors offices.

 

The thing is… I always saw myself moving to Alberta on different terms.
Two years ago when I realized the Rockies were my calling, I invisioned myself in Canmore- without a doubt.

But I saw me doing that big move, alone.

Now I am putting my confidence in me AND my boyfriend. And that is super duper scary.

I am MOVING IN with my boyfriend. Dude, thats a big deal. It is scary because if things don’t work out after two years of trying long distance, I am going to be pretty screwed financially. I am shipping boxes to Alberta. Not just luggage… I am talking big boxes.

 

Geeze, I hope this all works out.

 

Next week brings exciting things. And I cannot wait to endure whatever is thrown my way.

 

I thingk fear is good. It means you have something to loose. And to have something to loose means you have something to live for. So for that, I am grateful!

 

Wishing all the BJ’s the best of luck in the years to come, wherever they find themselves, I hope they are happy.

Peace. Love. Laughter.

 

X’s and O’s

 

Annika

School Bordum

Trave Bug

road trip: blog!

Twitter, Bites, URL’s, and B-Roll… what language are we speaking?

             Oh how the online world is changing our lives. Journalism is no longer printing papers and distributing them accordingly, and broadcasting news across old fuzzy radios. This World Wide Web break through has completely altered Journalism but has opened many doors for citizen journalists.

           At first all of these new terms to be learnt are intimidating however with a beer in hand and an inch of patience a lot can be accomplished in a short amount of time. Blogs are complicated enough, not to mention tagging sites likes de.licio.us, and networking sites like Twitter. Each and every one serves a particular purpose and all of them take some fiddling around to understand, but in the end with a little frustration along the way, these forms of communication and publication create a ton of opportunity.

               In the world of Journalism, networking is imperative and due to these brilliant creations the internet allows one person to connect to another all the way across the world. Many of us in class seem to be a little annoyed and uneasy with the whole signing up for networking sites, however with a little extra explanation I can now say I understand the purpose behind the pain in the ass websites.

          I hope through this class, and these websites I can gain further information regarding the significance of blogging and online journalism. But I am not going to lie, a piece of me wishes we could just keep things simple and find success in our field of choice the old fashion way.  I like things simple. Makes life a little less complicated. I mean, what the hell is Twitter anyways.

             Why can’t we just settle with Facebook? We accomplish all tasks necessary on that alone…even older people are using Facebook because of its popularity and convenience. Get rid of all the extra stuff and settle for what is most popular, easy to use and enjoyable. I realize my rant went from supporting online journalism to bashing it in comparison to Facebook, but with a little extra thought all those annoying websites are put into perspective.

              I am one hundred per cent addicted to Facebook and solely support that form of online communication. So Roz, you keep supporting all these useful yet frustrating sites and I hope that one day I will graduate from Facebook to Twitter, De.licio.us, and all that jazz.

www.facebook.com

Oh Globe and Mail… How I love you so….

www.theglobeandmail.com

ch-ch-check it out folks.

to the right hand side of the top of the screen…. you will see three small square images,  the “Multimedia Centre.” 

My daily morning ritual. Turn alarm clock off. Think to myself….”crap!”, put my slippers on and a house coat. Walk not-so-eagerly towards my computer and open Facebook and the one and only theglobeandmail.com.

I click on “Day in Pictures”. By clicking this little link we are given the opporunity to get a sneak peak of whats going on around the world. The box opens with a series of twelve images. These images are a collection of professional photo’s taken at random events, places and times throughout the world. Each picture may not seem significant however if you take the time to read the captions, we are told a secret bit of information.

I find it really intruiging to be aware of small, non front page news stories or events taking place on a different peice of land. Whether it in Shanghai, New York, Cypan or Greenland…that little peice of information interests me.

Ironically enough, I just went to todays photos…and the first is from Shanghai and the second from New York. Weird. On another note: I have ESP. Seriously.

Anyways, picture two today is the cutest little girl looking to the sky with big red ballons in her hands. I always wondered what it was about letting balloons float slowely into the air that was so amusing to us all as children. Maybe it was the fact that we never knew where they went… or if they eventually land again. Someone should research that. My father is a rocket scientist (I’m not kidding) maybe it would be a good idea to ask him.

 

Back on track…these photo’s are beautiful. People of all walks of life. These images are at times impactful, for instance a current war scene over seas. But also at times they are uplifting, like a colourful photograph of a festival in Hamburg, Germany. Some pictures display accomplishments in strangers lives, and some represent pain and sacrifice. But whether the picture evokes sympathy or joy- the point is to recognize it for what it is worth.

I sometimes feel as if we as North Americans limit ourselves to only have sympathy for those whom we can relate to. Putting forth images displaying human beings in all walks of life around the world makes me smile. We are all people. We all breath, eat, hurt and laugh. And thus, I try hard to keep my eyes peeled and heart open, to consider and explore daily occurances of the lives of those across the world.

It is all relevant.

This picture is particularily moving to me. My sister lived in Eastern Africa for a year and through her I have learnt a lot about the African life through a child’s eye. This Ghanian girl’s facial expression screams “I have strength” to me. And for that, I appreiciate it.

If you find time in your busy life, ch-ch-check out www.theglobeandmail.com… open your mind!

Todays the day….

Well here I am, another relaxing Sunday morning.
Today’s schedule:

Laundry
Exercise
Homework
Errands
Sleep

Sundays are so important.

For men- Sunday = Football.

Football= an excuse to avoid females, sit with the guys, drink too much beer, and basically be 100% useless.

Sundays for females however are very useful. It is the day to catch up on everything you have been throwing to the side throughout the busy week.

Now that we have clarified Sunday and all it stands for I will let you in on my life and what the next four months hold for me.

The count down has begun.

In exactly 98 days I will be on a plane to my homeland. Alberta calls my name…again.

Over the past two years I have spent nearly 12 months in total in Canmore, Alberta.

It sits centered in a small hollow path snug between two large never-ending Rocky Mountains.

It is my solace. My home. And where my future lies.

The mountains bring a sense of freedom.
They provide ample opportunity to accomplish goals.
They are my escape and my priority.

On May 1st I will arrive in Calgary and probably be scared to death.
Don’t be mistaken. It is not the airport or fear of a semi-unfamiliar place that frightens me. It is simply the thought that I am free. 100% free to do anything I please. Travel the world. Start a family. Begin my career. Paddle rivers in the Yukon. Anything I want…
Weird.

I think having boundaries up until then is what kept me sane. But with all this opportunity and chance, life seems a little less stable and a whole lot more complicated.

I have a meeting with a program director in Calgary already lined up.

I officially have three months to figure out what the hell I want to do with my life, as May quickly approaches.

My boundaries will have vanished. No parents to regulate my behavior. No school to keep me in any specific city. No friends to give me advice. It is all me. My life will be in my hands, and my hands only.

Sounds exciting.

But I sure am nervous.
Not going to lie.

Ready of not…here I come.