Growing up and living in a small northern community with few amenities can be challenging; Terrace taught me the value in making the best out of experiences, be they positive or negative. Grateful for the slower pace of life allowed, I can appreciate the beautiful life canvas Terrace has provided me. Terrace taught me that I can paint my life canvas with experiences that contribute to my happiness.
As a teenager, I believed Terrace to be a sleepy little town that lacked what would contribute to my happiness and consequently I was always searching for more: more anonymity and more amenities. I deemed Terrace to be a gossip-rich amenity-poor town. Sure, it has stunning snow-capped mountains that outline the city, but they echoed the whispers of bored souls: suffocating a teenaged girl. I was blind to the value of experiences, often despising this town because I felt it had little value to offer me. While growing up the daughter of a prominent local businessman, I became frustrated after multiple conversations around my father’s business decisions affecting my candidacy for employment. Thus resulting in my desire to be in the bright lights of a big city where my last name was …show more content…
A life where I would have traded precious time with my children for the taxing demands of a corporate career to afford food and shelter; a life lacking the resources to spend my weekends making invaluable memories riding quads up mountainsides and through muddy fields with my family. By no means do I still consider trading an exhilarating weekday evening of world-class fishing only 10 minutes from our home for hours spent in rush-hour traffic; after all, Terrace accommodates a myriad of tourists each year that invest thousands of dollars to escape their day-to-day drudgery for the experiences I am surrounded by
As a teenager, I believed Terrace to be a sleepy little town that lacked what would contribute to my happiness and consequently I was always searching for more: more anonymity and more amenities. I deemed Terrace to be a gossip-rich amenity-poor town. Sure, it has stunning snow-capped mountains that outline the city, but they echoed the whispers of bored souls: suffocating a teenaged girl. I was blind to the value of experiences, often despising this town because I felt it had little value to offer me. While growing up the daughter of a prominent local businessman, I became frustrated after multiple conversations around my father’s business decisions affecting my candidacy for employment. Thus resulting in my desire to be in the bright lights of a big city where my last name was …show more content…
A life where I would have traded precious time with my children for the taxing demands of a corporate career to afford food and shelter; a life lacking the resources to spend my weekends making invaluable memories riding quads up mountainsides and through muddy fields with my family. By no means do I still consider trading an exhilarating weekday evening of world-class fishing only 10 minutes from our home for hours spent in rush-hour traffic; after all, Terrace accommodates a myriad of tourists each year that invest thousands of dollars to escape their day-to-day drudgery for the experiences I am surrounded by