She'll be comin' around the mountain...

Anywhere there are mountains and crisp fresh air I'll be able to call home.

Okay, I'm not loyal to geography, but, I'm loyal to nature. Canada has numerous Provincial Parks that are so easy to boast about.

For the past three years I've told all of the friends I've made in Toronto that British Columbia and the Rocky Mountains of Alberta are breath taking. Now, for once I've been able to witness first hand a land-locked Ontarian's breath being whisked away by the beauty of this place.

Okay I'm being overly dramatic; it was more like a shriek as we raced West along the Trans Canada Highway in our bare bones rental car.

I've been interning with a girl from my program. She's been working on sports, while I've focused everyday on the daily news.

We were once, what I'd call, professional friends. But, now we're something more. When you roadtrip with someone with your eyes glued to the highway ahead as you drive forward to your destination you hear and say so much. We both love to talk and I really enjoy everything she has to say.

We're here now, booked in at the HI Alpine Lodge in Banff, which is an amazing facility.

My friend is downstairs at this moment drinking rum and coke, on special at $2.75, learning more and more about a family of adorably serious German tourists who speak just enough English to understand our corky Canadian sense of humour.

This trip into the steadiness of the mountains is so good for me right now. My head has been all over the place lately. I'll spend the next few days trying to fix it on straight.

There's nothing better than being able to share the gifts of my part of this world with someone who can appreciate it.

... stay tuned for pics.

No morning after regret.

My body is my temple. But, sometimes that temple makes a road trip to Partytown.

Okay, that was the lamest thing I think I've ever written; but it's true. Work is slow today and my head is pounding and isn't allowing me to think very quickly. I thought it was a great idea to go out last night.

A friend from my days at middle school was celebrating her 21st and I had to be there. It's hard to keep a sober footing while surrounded by people, like the birthday girl, who would continually utter, "I'm not drunk enough yet!"

I needed to celebrate. I've been living like an old woman these past few weeks and I'm sick of it. I'm young and outgoing with a mission to be the best that I can be. I love people and I love to experience new things.

My fears of repeating past mistakes got in the way. When I find myself in new settings and surrounded by new, exciting people I tend to get a little silly.

I didn't want anyone to worry.

But, last night reaffirmed my ability to enjoy myself, with a drink in hand, while acting like a lady.

Unfortunately my stamina is not what it used to be. After a handful of drinks my body always announces in the morning that it officially hates me.

It's coming together.

The alarm on my cell phone sounds at 7:05 a.m. to the tune of Fuer Elise.

I roll out of bed with a different attitude than I had one month ago when my alarm would wake me every weekday morning. I pause for just a second on the edge of my bed; I wonder what today will be like.

By 8:05 a.m. I am dressed professionally with a clean slate of makeup on and my hair is straightened and just graces the tops of my shoulders. I throw my prepared lunch into my knapsack. Leaning down I tightly lace up my white and blue sneakers, function over fashion my friends (my heels are in the knapsack).

This is the part of the morning that I most look forward to, the walk to work. It's the 45 minutes I have to clear my head and smile at the strangers that might pass my way.

No one walks in this town. I mean they walk to their cars or down the street to the store. But they don’t really walk.

A Ford diesel truck might occasionally toot it's horn at me because I'm making such a spectacle of myself. My arms pump, reminding my every stride to keep moving fast. Some that know me well know that this is the pace my mother always keeps; you know, when your bum wiggles just ever so slightly.

In all honesty this is the only fast paced part of my day, despite working in a broadcast newsroom. Everything happens at a different speed here and I like it.

It's a break from the imagined power struggles of our school's newsroom. I know I don't want that anymore. I just want to connect with the people around me. Surrounding myself with the people and things that infuse my life with great contentment is all that I want.

Woman-to-Woman

Now 21, I consider myself a woman. Well, maybe a young woman. But still, the days of my carefree youth have drifted into being fond memories. Unless of course the latest Pixar film hits theatres; then I'm 11 all over again.

I started the day off with a bit of a hormonal stumble. I didn't believe in myself the way a woman should.

I woke up anxious and nervous about this new week at my internship. But with some strong, supportive words from a strong man on the other end of the phone I realized I was being ridiculous. Wiped those pity tears from under my eyes, collected my purse and marched on down to the studio for another brand new day.

The day picked up from the moment I sat my rear end down in the newsroom chair. The outlook on the day appeared to be positive and productive.

One of the tasks for the day was to interview a local woman about a recent announcement on the city's national status. I had interviewed this woman on my very first day (last Thursday) and had apologized for what I believed was a flustered interview.

With a much more relaxed tone on this day I was still nervous, but not that nervous. I greeted her with a smile in her office. Her tall frame matched my own. She came towards me with bright eyes and her arm extended, a firm handshake between us.

She followed me outside, where the cameraman had set up, and she asked how my first days had been. I answered her truthfully.

Before we made it to the camera in place for our interview she stopped me and looked me straight in the eye and complimented me on my style of reporting. She herself, years prior had been in the exact same shoes as I am today.

She said my questions were intelligent and that it was nice to meet a journalist who listens.

I guess she hadn't thought I was a frazzled, goof ball of a student after all.

My heart sung.

This is what all aspiring journalists want to hear. Especially ones who want to make it in the very superficial world of broadcast news.

It was a woman-to-woman moment and I couldn't be more grateful.

I'm becoming far to good at this.

Despite the chill in the prairie air the sun is blisteringly hot this morning.

I gently closed the passenger side door and lean down for one final face-to-face wave goodbye. To control the welling tears I let the saying, this is only a see you later wash over me.

For, I'll see my mom and sister again at Christmas. We're getting pretty good at this type of farewell.

One deep breath fills me. One, two, three steps forward. I face forward and one foot follows the other.

I momentarily forget my motor skills when I say my see you laters to those whom I love.

As I slowly stroll toward the station building for my first day on the job I'm reminded of a see you later I had not too long before this one.

With a backpack strapped around my shoulders I throw my arms up around his neck. He pulls me in. His arms tightly squeeze my lower back beneath my pack. I utter a breathy, 'Oh no,' and the tears quickly well, as they do right now.

I kiss him twice hoping that my lips will leave an imprint on his long enough to cover the weeks of my absence.

'Okay, okay I'm going,' I say.

He's such a good man. He's so strong and honest.

I turn before I enter the door to the airport security for one more wave. He has one hand in his pocket and the other one is sending me a gentle goodbye and he smiles. Once inside I sort out my belongings and load them onto the x-ray conveyor belt. I turn to see if he's still there. He is.

Through the security archway, there’s no beep. I reach for my bag and turn once more with the hope that I can smile and wave one last time.

He smiles right back and mouths as he points to his left, 'I'm gonna go now.' I laugh, nod and smile back.

I remind myself, one deep breath and one foot follows the other as I make my way to the gate.

See you later my love.