Please be enlightened; wisdom will always come at a cost - perhaps trivial - but nonetheless. We all crave adventure and yet are so wistful and reluctant to sacrifice anything in return for said thrill. Six months ago, I packed up my truck and moved to the north (read: the stupid Yukon) to conquer my fears and seek this alleged adventure. That really looks quite nice on paper, doesn't it? Northern life has completely reset my perspective and breathed new life into my appetite for all things southern Manitoba. Sure, the great state province of MB is run by socialists and anarchists, and doesn't have nearly enough rednecks - but it is home, sweeeeet, home. I am all for following the yellow brick road. Just don't go seeking Eden when it's really in your backyard. Basically I'm just wicked homesick. Somebody get me a pair of those red shoes...
This is not an advisory warning; some people spend their whole lives traveling, searching; chasing whimsy. I'm simply advocating an idea that lies somewhere between go for broke and life is so much bigger than this moment. Both are true. Finding a balance is just borderline insanity.
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