- Two summers working on a tiny boat on Lake Memphremagog and all the wonderful people and landscapes that entailed.
- Summers on the Southern Maine Coast. Last summer on my last night in Wells, knowing I was leaving home soon for nearly a year, I took a visual imprint of the night sky, a shooting star, through the towering Pine trees. And one last look back at Footbridge Beach.
- My first day in England, where I stumbled across a world map at the Greenwich Observatory. There was a light, indicating London (You are Here), and one of the many other cities was Montreal. I was struck by an overwhelming feeling of being disorientated. I had to sit down. I had to find a Starbucks (Javachip frappucino, the anywhere-ness quality of the Starbcuks). I ended up reading a travel guide about home in a bookstore. And then sitting in a park.
- Skiing. Falling, getting hurt, walking away. Years later, going back. Looking fear in the eye, finding it fun and exhilirating. Discovering a love of adrenaline and fear, and a way to turn Winter in my forte.
- A night on Douglas Beach, waking up to see the sunrise over Brome Lake, in 2005. And yes, I remember the exact date.
- Climbing up the Eiffel Tower, looking down and having the sudden realization: I'm not afraid of heights anymore.
- Becket Players 2010. It kills me in many ways to be missing it this season, and I'm already counting down to 2012, if I'm not in Korea.
- Bishop's. I could break it down into so many sub experiences, but it was a period of experiences, of a place, that led to me figuring out who I was, and being proud of that.
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