In approx 5 days. I will be up in the north of Ontario, (where there is still snow on the ground) treeplanting. I am scared. Not scared of the work or the new environment or even the camping. I am scared of failure. My success in this job depends on me bending over and planting 2000 trees in the ground every single day. Physically, I know I am at a major disadvantage. What's more, most people I talk to have told me that they think I'll quit in the first week. Some have money on it. Thanks for the support, y'all.
I slept in my tent for the first time last night. It was super chilly, and I have no clue how I'll fit all my gear and me in a tent for two months. My nose was SO cold...I ended up jerseying myself and pulling my hood over my head. The solution is a nosewarmer.
Adding to my depression is that fact that I told a few Toronto friends that I would fly the rainbow flag from my tent...partially to make them smile, partially because I think it would be fun. Today I discovered that I will have to traipse back to Toronto to get a bloody flag. In all reality, I probably won't end up doing that. When Conor asked me last weekend what in the T-dot made me feel most at home, I replied, "The rainbow flags". I'd like to take that little piece of home with me. In PTBO, you can't even special order them.
Another lonely day outside of town and city. I can't wait to get on with the next thing coming.
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