My month 12 roundup is coming to you live…from… my parents living room in Canada!
I’m home on holidays for 3.5 weeks to attend some weddings, birthdays, family reunions, etc. and also eat literally everything.
It is really strange being back here after a year away, but I’m just trying to enjoy it while I can. (I’m already looking forward to getting back to Roatan and into the water….shhhhhh!) I’m so happy I can be here to see my friends and their milestones but this trip is taking a lot out of me financially after unexpectedly having to extend my time in Vancouver instead my original plan of heading over to Vancouver Island to see a friend for a week, which got cancelled at the last minute and messed up my already very small trip budget. Thankfully I have some amazing real friends who offered me a couch for my extra time in Vancouver. Nothing I hate more than stress on holidays, but oh well. For right now though, I’m enjoying 10 days in my home province of Saskatchewan catching up with my family. After that, I’m back to Vancouver for more food, friends and another wedding!
All I can say is that moving to Roatan and becoming a dive instructor was a dream that a lot of people laughed at. But when I arrived on that tiny island on August 11, 2012, with a couple duffel bags full of not enough underwear and too much first aid shit, I honestly didn’t know if I was going to make it a year and secretly thought maybe they were right for laughing. I had NO idea what was going to happen. I didn’t even know if I would pass my rescue diver or divemaster courses to even get to the instructor course. And would I end up being a good enough diver and teacher to pass the instructor course? Could I get a job after or would I have to go home with my tail between my legs?
As you know already, I did it. I passed all my courses. I became a dive instructor. I got a job as an instructor and lived off it. I even left for a couple months on a megayacht and did/saw things I never would have dreamed of. I got used to the bugs. I saved a tiny bit of money. I made it a year. GO ME!!! That’s not to say I didn’t have ups and downs (tons of them, actually) or that I don’t still have moments of doubt. But I finally did something I said I was going to do, all the way to the end of it. That hasn’t exactly been my strong suit in life. And you know what? I fucking rocked it.
Here’s to year one in the books. Cheers to me, and to everyone else who realized they could do whatever they wanted to, and then did it. And now here’s to year two….bring it on!
|this is where i work. much better view than a downtown vancouver skyscraper window.|