Of all the places I have travelled to in the last 25 years, Sweden is still the place where I felt at home the most.
The things that bring us to a place are peculiar to the single rational that make it happen.
From the turbulent off roads on a bicycle, to the swift serenity of non-existent waves on a lake in a kayak, my brief outdoor guide to my summer outdoor loves in Houston.
I am the first of my blood line to be born in Canada. Which means, I’ve been raised by immigrants in a multicultural country that has a multitude of customs when it comes to dating.
I do not speak on behalf of every Canadian in their early twenties, but I do speak as someone that has grown up exposed to the western-culture of dating and has experienced the preliminary dating expectations of her parents.
Take a walk on the wild side. (The wild side of smalls towns that contain strange trinkets and experiences you can’t find in the big city.
I’ll never sum up my hometown in one post, so I won’t try to.
To date I have left Houston four times since I graduated highschool at Houston Secondary in 2010. I have learnt that I will never entirely disconnect from here, and honestly, why should I?
Though Houston is not the place I want to settle in, it is the place that has throughly cultivated my roots.