Travel. As much as you can. as far as you can. as long as you can. life is not meant to be lived in one place. but so i thought...

I can travel the world and visit every monument and every famous museum that’s recorded in history. I can go to every quaint little cafe in Italy, and sip on expensive espresso and wear fancy clothes. I can walk along the marble edge of the trevi fountain and dip my toes in its magical water, run between vines among the most exquisite vineyards and taste its most delicate wines. I can practice my french in Paris at a public market with the locals, and taste the finest croissants! I can venture London’s night life and watch my favorite bands perform live. I can go visit Scotland’s astonishing castles and take pictures of its architecture for days. I can sail across the ocean and imagine the ultimate adventures that await before me. I can be in my state, Washington and breathing in those mighty mountain peaks. Feel the wind through my hair and fall in love with my american who lives there.

I know there is so many possibilities in the world to accomplish and so many places to see. But there's no where that is quite like my home in the prairies. I can call anywhere in the world my home. But it wont have that true warmth that my home in Canada with my family has. Home isn't home until I wake up in the morning to the smell fresh baking of my fathers famous pancakes. To hear my brothers laughter and loud chatting over the breakfast table. As they talk about their newest scheme’s and wildest adventures. And oh, feeling that brisk air of winter coming through the open doors of our back porch, where i see my darling kitty climbed out and watch him play in the snow. I love the sound of my mothers voice. Hearing her sing as she decorates the Christmas tree. No where is more beautiful or as special then my little home in the prairies. Because no famous museums, historical sights and all those fancy cafes in Italy can beat the love, warmth and happiness my home with my family gives me. Like they say "home is where the heart is." Well my heart will forever be in the prairies. Even when I move away one day. I'll never forget its memories. 

“What is that feeling when you're driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? - it's the too-huge world vaulting us, and it's good-bye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.” -  Jack Kerouac