School breaks are like fire, good and bad. 1. I like being off school and sleeping in late

2. I hate havin nothing to do and too much time to think

Happy Turkey Day!

Been a long time since I've had a family thanksgiving. Feels good to be with my family! 

I am done letting life pass by. I am taking it by the balls. This is my life, I'll do with it as I please.

The Future begins today

It seems strange to think about, but I graduate in a few months. All my friends will be going off to school around the world. I've even gotten accepted into a few good schools. I am not sure if I want to go to college though. Not in the normal aspect. My own personal hell would be four years of college and a desk job.

I feel as if I am called to do more.

I don't know if it's God or something else. All I know is that my future is not going to be found at college. I want an education, don't get me wrong. I want to be a journalist and to study anthropology and sociology. I just don't think my life path takes me there quite yet.

I want to help people. I want to make a difference in the life of people. I think my ultimate goal would be to work with young girls. I know what I want to do with my life. I know my strengths. I believe that I could make a difference in the lives of girls somewhere, whether it's in the US, the Bahamas, Africa, I don't know.  But I feel that if I could share my knowledge and experiences then maybe I could help someone. Maybe I could stop some girls from ending up in the same places I have been.

I am not sure how the rest of my senior year will look, or where next year will take me, but I guess this is where I take my leap of faith.

Sitting in the Freeport airport waiting for my flight back to the states. Less than excited for this. This trip only reenforced that Freeport is home. Moving to the Bahamas was the best thing that happened to me, crazy enough. I have grown and changed (for the better) because of living here. I really don't want to go back to the cold. But we all must except our fate. Bye island life. I'll return to you. 

I leave tomorrow to go to the Bahamas. I am so excited. I am going to be useless during class. After lunch I am out of there. For a week it's nothing but sun and friends. I can not wait!

I was talking to Mum today whilst packing. She was asking me about where I felt like home was. It really got me thinking. What is home? Where is my home? Over just the past 3 years I have lived in three very different places, but which do I call home.

Strangely enough I feel like Freeport, Grand Bahama is home. I understand that may sound weird to many, speaking I was only there for two years and I know longer live there. But Freeport had the biggest impact on me. I guess I don't define home as where you currently live, but where your heart is.

I will admit, I wasn't in the best place before I went to Freeport, but I learnt a lot there. I feel like I really came into myself whilst I was there. It's rather ironic, speaking I hate beaches and sun, but the islands made me who I am today. Some of the people I met down there made such an impact on me. I don't think distance really makes a difference. Home is where the heart is, and I seem to have left mine on the beach.

New Paths?

So life just threw a whole new adventure at me. No idea where this one might lead me. I am tempted to try it out. I guess time will tell.

Relaxing Sundays

What is a better way to relax than listening to bad punk music? Also looking at pictures of The Bahamas, just causally depressing myself. Luckily I will be there in a short 5 days. Friday at noon I get out of sociology and head to the airport. Mum, Jody Robinson and I will be on our way to Freeport, Grand Bahama. We'll be spending a few days there. I can't wait to see all my friends again. I oddly miss Freeport. We only lived there for a couple of years, but it will always hold a spot in my heart as home.

             From a young age we teach our children to be ashamed of themselves. We teach the younger generation to be ashamed of their: bodies, looks, skin color, heritage, culture, personality, everything. We teach shame, but no one seems to teach them how to love themselves. Its sad. I have decided that I am fed up with it. From this day on I am going to work my hardest at loving who I am, quirks, faults and imperfections too. This is a new beginning for me.

Open house

Off to York College for an open house this morning. It's the first college I got accepted to. They also awarded me the Dean's scholarship for academics. So of I happen to go there it'll be for Professional writing and anthropology. 

Still waiting for messiah's acceptance letter though. 

Not much has been going on. Been drawing like a fiend though. 

The beginning of the end

                       As many of you know, I had a previous blog called Rebecca in Mission. Sadly, I am not one to keep a consistent 'diary' of sorts. So it kind of fell flat,on its face. A Day in the Life of Rebecca, is my resurrection. I am going to have a go at this whole blogging thing again.
                       If you know me then you know I am in my last year of high school. I have 6 months until I become an adult and only 9 more months until I am released into the world to try and find my place. As of right now I have absolutely no idea what I am going to do with my life.
                       Hopefully through this blog and documenting my adventures and life experiences at the end of these 9 months I will have a clearer idea of what I want to do.