For some reason I’m stuck on thinking I need to be where my heart wants me to be. I know that sound stupid, but for some reason I’m dead set on being in the North.
Funnily enough, I’m not missing family, it is the terrian, and the atmosphere I am missing. I love Yellowknife. I love the sunny winter days out of the snowmobile, bombing around in the fresh now and then warming up in a little shack we call a cabin. The lakes surrounding everything. The ability to hook up and go out into the middle of nowhere in a matter of second.
The rolling prairies of BC just aren’t doing it for me, for some reason. They are not where I grew up, they are not what I know. I know the snowmobile trails around Yellowknife and up the Ingraham Trail like the back of my hand.
What I need to realize is that I’m 20 years old. If I stick it out and make something of myself, build myself up, I will be able to return one day.
No I’m not packing up and coming back anytime soon, I’m am still happy here.