347 Enchanting.


Well, the Canadian question is still pretty much up in the air.  It seems like I might just be lucky and only meet cool Canadians, and Austrailians as long as I’m at it. 

I’ve never really been anywhere.  I mean I’ve gone to the Grand Canyon, and that sort of thing, but I’m not much of a traveler.  I’m terrified of flying, and I don’t really like having my routine thrown off, but I think I’ll add Canada to the list of places I’ll wish I’d have visited when I die.  In keeping with the strangely morbid streak that runs through me I’m trying out a list of things I want to do but realize I will, eventually, regret not doing.  An illustration of the slightly backwards style of my brain.  I imagine that I’m not alone in that though.  I fear that I am not always the singular jewel I want to think I am.