Venice was everything the hippie in me could have ever wanted. Rows upon rows of chic, one-of-a-kind shops and restaurants, incredibly laid-back people, and street-art galore.
It was a sweltering July day when I stepped off of Queen Street and into the lobby of Float Toronto.
It didn’t take long before I was completely in awe of Wallingford-Back’s incredible scenery.
On the surface, Saskatchewan may just be a “fly-over” province, but if you take the time, it has a lot to offer. Never judge a book by the illiterate who tell you it’s “flat and boring”.
I’m a dreamer. My head and heart are all to often up in the clouds. I try to hold fast to these dreams, but eventually reality sets in.
When I got on the train in Chicago, I checked my ticket; seat number 13. I thought it was a joke. I’d had nothing but the number 13 so far on this trip: room number 13, taxi number 13, $13 for lunch… it was always 13.
I don’t remember sitting down and specifically deciding what I wanted to do with my life in terms of a career, because only one in a million will really know who they are at 18 years old, but I knew I had a serious passion for music. So when I applied to a small music-oriented college in Mississauga, Ontario (just west of Toronto) and got in, moving across the country felt right.