It was January, and by that point Mason and I were tied to the hip. Knowing this boy had such a special place in my heart, I wanted my parents to meet the boy I talked so much about.
We talked about the possibility throughout the week. Who's car we would take, when we would leave, who would come with us.
It was a Thursday—the same day I met Mason's brother for the first time—we were listening to a guest lecture in the Varsity Theatre. It wasn't too long after the speaker started that I looked at Mason and he looked at me. We knew we were going to Canada.
That same night we had his Acura packed up and we were on our way. It was just the two of us, and it was perfect. We drove through the night, I was in the front seat drenched in blankets and Mason was such a good sport to drive the whole way. I wasn't exactly sure what to expect. 12 hours is a long time to be in a car with one person, but we talked the ENTIRE way. It was by far the best 12 hour car ride I've ever experienced. We stopped at one point at a rest stop (parking lot haha) in Montana so Mason could sleep for a while. We cuddled up in the trillion blankets we brought and both fell asleep quickly. We ended up waking up at 7:00 that morning and finished the rest of the drive to my little town.
Our days in Canada consisted of snowy hikes in Waterton, bonding time with the rents, and sushi dates. Pretty much my favourite things ever. I wouldn't change anything about that short trip. It was gold. We weren't there long, but the adventure we experienced will never die.
This was definitely a Notebook moment—Canadian Style.
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