Canadian border patrol agents are friendly, funny and make you excited to go into the country. American border patrol agents do not.
Foreign countries are foreign, even when they look and feel the same at first.
They don’t stamp your passport when you go to Canada, they just look at it.
Brian and I need to move east. Maybe. If we can handle the weather. Maybe.
Cousins who used to be just kids grow up to be some pretty amazing people. It’s pretty great when you realize you’d voluntarily be friends even without the family connection.
I’m maybe more of a feminist than I thought, and I might be ready to declare it to the world.
There is no one I’d rather be trapped with on the never ending layover from hell than Brian and his scruffy face.