Tonight is my last night in the yellow submarine house. It’s not my house, but it might as well be. It’s Adrian’s house, so that makes sense, but I was sleeping on the couch before I was sleeping with him. It’s more than just crashing at my boyfriend’s place too often, though. This is the place that I feel comfortable. This place has been, for the past many months, my home.Read More »

A lot of amazing things have happened to me this year. I’ve survived an entire term of school living out of a backpack, moved out of my mom’s house, read some incredible books, hitch hiked over 4000 kilometers, bathed in 2 natural hot springs in 2 countries, slept in a shed full of soccer balls in Revelstoke, gorged myself on free cheese in Tillamook, puked off the top of Black Tusk, gotten kicked out of the Space Needle base for trying to make spaghetti, and fallen off the roof of an abandoned Point Grey mansion. I also fell in love with an amazing guy who was my partner in crime for most of those grand adventures.

However, highs of this calibre rarely come without a spectacular personal crisis.The school year is now coming to an end and over the past few weeks, I’ve come to three crushing realizations:Read More »