When I was twelve or thirteen, the older brother of a friend of mine moved to Whistler Blackcomb for the ski season. I remember deciding that his endeavour was pretty much the coolest thing ever.
Well, in approximately two months, I am going to be doing the same thing. Minus the station wagon and the long drive, since unfortunately I do not own a car. But still. The realization of this plan is so, so exciting to me. Coming from living in a big city near mediocre ski areas, I think I would be happy doing any sort of work as long as it brought me close to the mountain. However, I managed to score a position as a ski instructor, meaning that I'll be on the hill pretty much all day every day... I will essentially be living the dream.
That's all for now, the next step is just anxiously waiting for my exam schedule to be finalized for this last semester of university so I can book a flight out for mid-December!
-emm