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FebWide Open Spaces
Sometimes i don’t think i really identify with growing up in Alberta. I don’t really enjoy country music, I don’t drive a pick up truck, and I don’t really understand red necks. However I grew up in a smaller town, the burbs. Houses each neatly lined up with the white picket fences and yellow school buses transferring eager young minds to and from school. It isn’t exactly red neck country but it sure isn’t Vancouver. In Van I look one way I see the ocean then I turn my head in the other direction and I see the mountains. Breathtaking! There are buildings everywhere. Sometimes I miss the vast openness of the prairies, the snow covered earth where you can see everything for miles and miles. I look at the houses in Van and they are squished together with little to no chance of a backyard. The roads are always jammed with crazy drivers who always seem to be in a huge hurry. On a more positive note; I love the smell that hits your nose the minute you step out of the Vancouver airport, the crisp, fresh ocean smell. I love how liberal it is here and how anything goes. I also love how I can walk down the streets in Van’s so called “winter,” and I don’t have to be covered head to toe in my woolly attire and I can still actually feel my toes the time I get back inside. I haven’t really decided where I belong yet but I don’t think I would rather live anywhere else right now.
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“What I need is that thing that will make my heart go wild.”— Jon & Roy
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“I believe everything happens for a reason. People change so you can learn to let go, things go...”
