Goodbye Canada, the true North, strong and free.
After 7200 kilometres, 4 Canadian provinces, 4 American states, 13 different beds, of which a matt in a tent and a floor, this month of travelling after my semester abroad has come to an end.
I have learned a lot during my time in Canada, not only at University, but about the country itself as well. Now I know that Aboriginal peoples not only live in Australia, but also in Canada. I know that Canadians don't like the cold, but that -25 really is cold. That Canadians are so friendly that they always apologise, for everything. That a three-hour drive is nothing, and that the emptiness and nature of this country are breathtaking. It’s not ridiculous that supermarkets and fast-food chains are opens 24/7, because ‘if I need something to eat, I should be able to get it, right?’. Curling is a very normal ‘sport’, snow is easy to get used to, but rain will never be nice. And it’s embarrassing how hard I find it to understand Quebec’s (and New Brunswick’s) French.
It has once again turned out that making amazing friends in a couple of months is easy, but saying goodbye is still hard. That's the price you pay when you travel: you’ll always have to leave behind great people, amazing places. But you get a lot for it in return. It is always worth it.
And now the liquorice my parents brought has been eaten and I’ve seen a moose (in a zoo), I can go home.