Isn't there just something about the English country side? In my more far off day dreams i dream of a quitting real life and moving to the English (or Irish or Scottish, I am really not picky) country and opening up a book store and have a pet Old English Sheep Dog. Doesn't this sound dreamy?
To be honest, I wish I had not put this post off for so long. I used to be so good at writing about a trip right when I came home but life is crazy this year and that has not been the case recently. Now I feel like the immediate hype of a place is gone and makes my writers block even harder (I don’t look at myself as a natural when it comes to writing at all). But if this blog has taught me anything I like to get these thoughts onto paper to look back at. It has turned a bit into my diary, and I am ok with that. Without further ado here are my thoughts on Vancouver and Victoria.
I never thought I would say I felt most out of my comfort zone in my travels while still in the United States. Slab City did just that to me. I say "out of my comfort zone" as a positive thing; a learning experience. I didn't feel unsafe or in danger. I don't think that is what being outside of your comfort zone means, but it can mean feeling just a little uncomfortable. I felt like I was somewhere unlike anywhere I have ever been or might be again.