Let’s play a guessing game.
We’re gonna call it—“Where is Jenaya.”
I saw the following: Trees, buildings, KFC, Taco Bell, Target, Walmart Supercentre, aaaanddd LOTS of stoplights.
The answer:
TORONTO!!!
On Thursday of last week, I was moping around camp because I NEEDED to leave after the last 10-days of chaos and stress with the students being here. I was so done and didn’t want to see a tree, a bug, or ANY dirt…or anybody under 21. I was completely drained and couldn’t contribute anymore to society. I wanted to go to Chicago, but couldn’t figure it out…then Canada but couldn’t find anybody to go with.
But my strategy when people don’t want to do anything is to just whine louder until somebody wants to do what I want to do. Most times it works. And this is precisely how I got to Toronto. Two of my coworkers and I sat down at 11am and decided we were going to Canada and left the day after.
YAY ADVENTURE!!
I was so grateful to be able to go to Toronto for a couple reasons. Firstly, Jesus made my plans even better than I could have ever made them. Initially I just wanted to cross the border to Canada from Detroit. This has been on my bucket list for a while because the border crossing in Detroit is the only place you must go south in order to get to Canada. I thought that was cool.
I quickly found a couple shirts and a couple pairs of shorts, toothpaste, some soap, my phone, MacKenzie (my laptop), and my tennis shoes; stuffed them in a bag, found my passport, got in the van, and was off. At this point, the only thing keeping me from the USA border was a load of laundry and a bonding moment at Tropical Smoothie with my mouth and a Caribbean Jerk chicken pita bread wrap and a delicious overpriced smoothie, and a night’s sleep.
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