When The Angels Make Contact.

Your heart and mine should really spend some time together
~Matt Mays

Life here in the prairies.

Well, first of all--I never thought I'd succumb to country music. In the previous years, it has typically been listed as one of the few genres I don't enjoy. Now, I can't pinpoint if it's being out here in a small town, or perhaps the prairie air is going right to my head, either way I am now voluntarily listening to it. Weird.

Did you know it's possible to live in a city where you can get pretty much anywhere you need to in ten minutes? I'm serious, from the North side to the South side...just ten minutes. Did you know it's possible for rush hour not to exist? And for the only type of 'traffic jam' to be caused is the result of a train? I can get to work in six minutes flat.

I've realized that it's quite easy to be fashionable here, you see--the shopping that is here isn't the "brand labels" we typically see back home. If you can find some of the labels, you are paying literally your arm and leg just to afford to put a down payment on it. I've realized with this, I have immediately taken the upper hand--everyone wants to know where you get your clothes and where they can get it. It's awesome.

The radio here is highly outdated, just today on my quick drive to work, Z99 introduced "Chasing Cars" by Snow Patrol as their newly released single. Now it's perhaps a more recent single of theirs but by no means has it just been released! Again, this is weird.

Now I realize that I've probably painted a picture in your head that slightly resembles some outdated, far from civilization little city, perhaps maybe you're even exploring the thought that I've exaggerated some of my 'facts'--but I speak from experience. It's not bad like it probably sounds but let me tell you--it sure is different!

I sure could go for a late night of cards on the trampoline followed by an all-nighter in the infamous tent.