“Oh, it’s delightful to have ambitions. I’m so glad I have such a lot. And there never seems to be any end to them– that’s the best of it. Just as soon as you attain to one ambition you see another one glittering higher up still. It does make life so interesting.”― L. M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables
Anne of Green Gables, a book by Lucy Maud Montgomery about a spirited, stubborn girl ahead of her time, helped soften the edges I encountered while growing up. See I grew up in my dreams. Always creating worlds and exploring the colorful ones I found in books.
The tales of Anne took place on Prince Edward Island, Canada. Until my life took me down the unlikely road to PEI, her world was imaginary in the sense that it could only exist in my dreams and in the movies.
Yet, here we are, and the real deal is as grand as I hoped for. We drove across the Confederation Bridge from New Brunswick, which happens to be the longest bridge in the world over ice covered waters (google:)) at a solid 12.9 km (8 mi). We drove from one coast to the other to find our camping spot, passing pristine farmlands and idyllic cottages set on gently rolling hills. It felt like this may be a spot where time can stand still, where you can catch your breath.
We copied the atmosphere and took our chill leisurely time exploring the coastlines and areas set aside as the Prince Edward Island National Park. Of course a trip to Green Gables and the fictional town of Avonlea was on the docket. My inner child shed frequent tears of joy over the reality of being there, a place that was so so important to my childhood. What a precious time.
I have to say now in recollecting, how absolutely magical it feels to see one of your childhood dreams all the way through. I met my wide eyed younger self; a self that believes and hopes and dreams of things greater than landing on the moon. What a cool person to know again.
On that note, since I’m an Anne and it feels like me, I will leave you with one last line from Anne of Green Gables.
“There’s such a lot of different Anne’s in me. I sometimes think that is why I’m such a troublesome person. If I was just the one Anne it would be ever so much more comfortable, but then it wouldn’t be half so interesting.”