The Northern 📍

  Dream of Californication.      Space may be the final frontier, but it’s made in a Hollywood basement. Sometimes life isn’t about understanding why we act a certain way. Sometimes, life is simply about acting. Just doing as we see fit, and moving forward with it. Not spending too much time, overthinking it and trying to calculate our every step. Perhaps there is more to being vulnerable than simply sitting around trying to plan it all out. The old saying goes- man makes plans, and God laughs.      Something about the West Coast calls my name, over and over again. I don’t know what it is. The magic over there is something that I just can’t seem to shake from my mind. Which is insane, seeing as I already did my tour. I’ve spent my time over there. And yet, after all this time- I still long to return to it. I still long for the beaches and the Ocean. I long for the weather and the people. Not necessarily the individuals themselves, but simply the happy ...

  I need a vacation.      Serious. Somewhere warm. This winter thing isn’t my vibe anymore. I’m tired of it.      Every single day, waking up to the ice and snow. Negative degrees celsius outdoors, just waiting to attack you. Everyday, wrapping up my face with cloth to keep myself from freezing. Why on Earth did my ancestors choose here to live?      I often wonder about that, when thinking about the past. Before things became solid, and borders were a thing, why would anybody choose to live in the north? Throughout history, people who lived in the ice and snow have had harder lives than those who lived in the south. Southern land, surrounded by water and warmth. The sun, beaming down upon you every day. Warm temperatures, giving you a sense of belonging and happiness within. Just being outside in the sun can do wonders for you mental and physical health. Instead? Here I am, layered up in the depths of winter, pretending like life is fun...