Leaving with 400$
So after paying off all my bills, I packed my car and kissed my mom goodbye. I dropped off Charlie (the sweetest cat ever) to my dad (my last stop before hiting west). That specefic moment was pretty hard as I remember as a kid climbing the counter to grab the honeycombs. I was maybe 6. My dad wad looking at me and he asked:
-What do you want to do later as a job?
-I want to be an actress.
-If that's what you want to do, don't let anyone stop you. Do what you wish for.
That specific moment got imprinted in me. I was pushed to fullfil my dreams at a young age, so seeing my dad last before leaving my hometown, was very simbolic to me. We ate an ice cream, shared few tears then I left. I left with 400$ in my bank acount wishing for best in western Canada.
My playlist on repeat on the road : Janis Joplin & Pascale Picard