I like to think of myself as pretty brave. I enjoy my solo travel, I’m always looking for the craziest thing to do wherever I go, and I’ve eaten more dubious food than I can count.
So when Harrison mentioned the CN Tower Edgewalk, I immediately volunteered. For those of you unfamiliar with this Toronto-nian landmark, it looks like this:
The Edgewalk part is up there at the veeeery top. It’s the world’s highest free walk, which means there’s no guard rail and you’re simply strapped to a thick rope as you circle around the tower, trying not to shit your pants.
Here’s the video. I’m the one looking like I want to die. If you scroll to about five minutes in, you can hear me cursing profusely as I attempt to walk backwards off the edge of the tower. No, I’m not kidding.
I mean, when it was finished I felt all victorious and all, but you could literally not pay me to do that again.
As many of you have likely noticed, Harrison tends to be in a lot of my blog posts. That would be because we are dating.
So, to that end, I went to meet his family this past September. Harrison happens to be Canadian, which is how I found myself for the very first time in the city of Toronto. I could talk crap about it, but I know he (and his family!) will read it, so I’ll refrain. Besides, I loved the city anyway. It’s large and metropolitan and really quite nice.
I will tell you that Harrison and I had been putting off meeting his family for over a year, as we both have serious commitment issues and he tends to be an overthinker. Nobody tell him I told you all that.
So the day finally came when I was to be introduced to his family, and it went a little like this: I flew in from one of my best friend’s wedding, where I was a bridesmaid:
And Harrison picked me up at the airport. He and I both poorly played it cool as we rolled my suitcase to the car and got in. It was a half hour ride to his parent’s home, and we made awkward, stilted conversation as we drove.
The atmosphere in the car was morbid- as if we were making our last, trudging steps to the gallows. He white-knuckled the steering wheel as I clutched his hand ferociously, my mind whirling with fear. “What if they don’t like me? What if they think I’m…weird?”
I mean, to be fair, I am weird. But they don’t need to know that!
Luckily, all my (and his) fears were for naught, as his family turned out to be amazing. I was greeted with hugs at the door, prompt bottles of wine, and excellent food. How much better could it be?
I also met all of his friends in a situtation that I-swear-was-not-like-a-gauntlet-of-introductions.
In short, I had an amazing, happy time. Nothing to fear. Nothing at all.