It's in the early hours of the morning, when I'm trying to fall back asleep that I decide to do what is a decision made only when lacking sleep: to write a blog. I'm not sure if people even read these things (but if you are PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE leave a comment and follow me on twitter! Just kidding). No, in all seriousness, this blog is for me more than you. In this way, this blog will be like the diaries of say the 19th century or at least what I imagine the point of writing a diary in the 19th century was, having never journeyed to that century.
Really, I have journeyed few places but I have enjoyed all the chances that I have had. Growing up in a large middle class family makes family vacations rare and somewhat unaffordable. Much like my university education.
I am attending the University of Calgary right now and because Calgary is not a short commute from where I grew up, I now live in Calgary on campus. Somewhere in my first semester I realized that maybe that "lives in Calgary" on my Facebook page is inaccurate. Perhaps "lives in U of C campus" is more accurate because what do I really know of Calgary? --A small circumference around campus and a few taxi rides to downtown.
It's over break right around New Year's resolution time that I add another part to the starry-eyed vision of "new semester, new me". I resolve to explore more of the city I technically live in.
(I can neither confirm nor deny if my eyes were starry-eyed because this decision was also ill-made during the same early hours of saying I should start a blog.)
So here I am. My first blog. Taking things as they go because with every random bus and new C-train stop comes a spontaneous adventure. And every spontaneous adventure comes with a good story.
Or at least that's how I am planning spontaneity to go.
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