yukon wildlife preserve

Living up North in Canada, I expected to see a lot more wildlife in my daily living. Unfortunately I was wildly mistaken. In fact, I barely saw much wildlife on the drive across Canada. I am quite disappointed, as living just outside of Toronto, it's not often I see many wild animals, aside from the annoying ones like squirrels, skunks and racoons; the latter two I find rather adorable, by the way. I feel as though I saw more deer living at my parents house in Pickering, than I have since moving up here in the Yukon. Whenever I move away, I make it a point to at least find animals that are native to that area. In Australia I was lucky enough to see kangaroos on a daily basis, as well as the odd koala in the wild. But other than that, I visited the zoo there to see the others. Thailand was more full of stray dogs, cats and roosters than anything. Though the odd cow would wander by my house from time to time. Now living in Whitehorse, I see foxes outside my house, but that is the extent of it, living downtown and all. In order to see the wildlife here I have ventured out to the Yukon Wildlife Preserve.

I was lucky enough to first visit the Yukon Wildlife Preserve in the summer when I was up visiting my friend Bryn. It was lovely in the summer to see animals like the arctic fox, caribou, and thinhorn sheep. Bryn and I had a great time wandering around the preserve taking pictures and trying to spot the animals. The good and bad thing about the preserve is that the area for the animals is so vast, that sometimes the animals are in the far back corners of the fenced in area that you can't really see them. Now for pictures, that part kind of sucks. But obviously for the animals this is much better than being stuck in a tiny little caged in area with little room to roam around. The wildlife here is given a a natural environment to live in, which is better for the animals and better for pictures anyways. Speaking of pictures, the views around the wildlife preserve, regardless of the animals, is breathtaking.

Mule deer just hanging out in the field in August

Mule Deer

Thinhorn Sheep

Thinhorn Sheep

Elk

I was also lucky enough to pay a visit to the Yukon Wildlife Preserve this past Saturday. It was a mild January day for Whitehorse, and seemed like a good day to spend outside wandering and taking pictures. It was nice to see the difference between going here in the summer versus the winter. Different views for different seasons. And the thing I was most excited about was to see my first moose in real life. During my drive across Canada, I saw elk, bison, and deer, but have not been lucky enough to see a moose in real life. I was so excited to finally see one. Though it was interesting to see it with only one antler, now being the time these animals shed their antlers. It was incredible, this magnificent creature, so big and so cute. I was also lucky enough to see the caribou, which were in hiding last time I had gone.

One antlered moose

Cute caribou just hanging out on the hill

My favourite picture of the day, the mountain goat hanging out in a pack

Mountain goat

Thinhorn Sheep

Mule deer laying in the snow

Another mule deer laying in the snow

Lazy bison just staring at me

The craziest thing I noticed was the difference between the arctic fox from the summer to the winter. I had never seen an arctic fox before I came to the Yukon. I never knew much about them either. They have a thick deep fur, that is brown in the summer and white in the winter. I learned that the arctic fox does not even shiver and get cold until the temperature drops to -70 (Celsius). I think this is my favourite animal that I saw. It is just so small and cute, and I just found it so crazy that when I saw it in August it looked so different than in January, the other day.

Arctic fox in August

Arctic fox in January

Another thing I love about the Yukon Wildlife Reserve is the fact that you can find antlers of all shapes, sizes and species, all over the place. Bryn and I had a lovely photo shoot while we wandered around the preserve in August, taking pictures with the antlers. It is goofy, but I mean, who wouldn't want to pose with antlers on their heads? I loved it so much I made my friend take a picture of me on Saturday with an antler. Yes, I am a dork.

Strategically placed antler in front of moose area

Bryn and her antlers

Me being a dork with antlers

I mean, how could I not?

Bryn too, cause we are cool kids

This is right at the entrance of the preserve, prime photo op

My favourite antler picture, that view is unreal

Moosing around in my Moose Knuckles jacket

 So all in all, I find the Yukon Wildlife Reserve to be a great place to wander around, when you feel like taking in some beautiful views, seeing some wildlife native to the area and for antler photo opportunities. I am glad I was able to go both in the summer and the winter, to be able to see these animals as they are, in their natural habitats and how they differ in the seasons. Check out the website http://www.yukonwildlife.ca for more information, or better yet go check it out, if you are in Whitehorse. It's definitely worth the wander.

One of those beautiful views I am talking about

new year, new you?

As I sit here alone on the night of New Years, I reflect on all events that have occurred in the last 12 months, and I am grateful for the chance to start a fresh new year in a few hours. I chose to spend New Years alone, not for lack of parties I have been invited to, but for the chance to end my worst year on record by myself, in my own way, on my own terms. I spent the better half of my year catering someone else, when I should have been continuing to be the independent person I have always been. I made the choice to scramble around to save a relationship, that wasn't really worth trying to save. It's funny how we do that, we can feel it slipping away and we grasp at anything to hold on, but when one person checks out, is it really worth being a part of anyways? I have come to that realization lately, that maybe I am in love with the person I fell in love with, but not the person he has become. And that's okay. But what matters is loving yourself more than anything. And I never really did stop loving myself.

So for my new year's night, I choose to sit on my couch, with a movie on, and I have applied to about 10-15 schools overseas for the new school year (August/September 2015) and wrote a strong piece of writing for a writing contest that I have been meaning to enter but never felt inspired to do until tonight. I have also chosen to keep my phone up in my room, away from me, and at some point in the night, or early tomorrow morning, I will deactivate my Facebook account and delete my instagram app. This has been something I have been struggling with on and off, for most of the year really. I enjoy the accessibility of keeping in touch with friends, especially being someone who is constantly moving across the world and/or country. Having met so many people in my life, and in my travels especially, who live so far away, social media has always been a way to keep in touch, without a lot of effort really needed to do so. But in the grand scheme of things, is that really keeping in touch? If we want to keep in touch with someone, for real, do we need to see all they post on Facebook or instagram? Don't get me wrong, I know I post a lot, on both. I enjoy sharing my photos of my adventures, and a selfie or two or three. I am not opposed to that. It's the lack of real communication that I find disheartening. We find out our friends are engaged/pregnant/moving/happy/sad.. and so on, by reading our news feeds. We no longer tell each other on the phone or face to face, everyone will know your news with the click of a mouse. We no longer send letters or postcards, we can easily see pictures from your trip on instagram or read about your life in your Facebook status. We torture ourselves with creeping people's social media that we really don't actually want to look at. And even if we don't creep, it's rubbed in our faces in other ways. We can't escape it. No matter what we do, we know everything about everyone, even the people we would rather avoid. And that's the way the world works right now. And some may say I am hypocritical to complain, as I sit and write personal information on this very blog, and maybe you are right. But I choose to write about my journey because I enjoy the art of writing. I don't believe this is the equivalent to a personal Facebook status that some would say is "TMI". Or a revealing selfie showing off a little more of my body than should be shared on instagram.

It bothers me a little that some people may think I deleted them as a way to seek attention, or what have you. It bothers me that some people are probably talking about me right now saying 'did you see Sara is deleting her social media? I bet it's because… (whatever reason you may be thinking)' or 'I don't think Sara will last very long off social media'. And that's fair. Everyone is welcome to judge me as they please. I do use social media quite a bit. I enjoy sharing my adventures through pictures on instagram, especially having improved upon my photography skills. I enjoy sharing the things my students say to me that I find amusing, as I know others will too. I post a lot, and I am not ashamed of it. There is nothing wrong with that. So if you are on social media, post away. As long as you are posting in a positive way. There's a tendency to use social media negatively. I see people posting pictures of strangers in order to judge their choices publicly. Some people choose to post things to incite jealousy in others. Some people choose to social media bully others, using hashtags to insult others or what have you. For those of you who do this, I ask of you to rethink your decisions on social media. Spread positivity, karma is real.

Back to the point, as I made my declarations of cleansing myself of social media in the new year for as long as I choose to do so, I was pleased to find my email and phone with messages of support from friends and acquaintances alike. They say it is not only the people liking your pictures/statuses and such that are paying attention, and they are right. It was nice to get messages of support from some friends who I would expect it from, and from others who are more unlikely. It made me feel like maybe social media does connect people a little more than I thought it did. Maybe once I cleanse myself for my own reasons, and feel comfortable in returning to the realm of social media, I will work on making a change. I will not let it dictate my life in any way. I will use it to spread positivity and use it as a way to connect with others on a more meaningful level.

But until then, tonight I will bid farewell to social media and all things associated. I will live in real time, real life. I will write blogs of my adventures, my travels. I will add pictures to share the beauty of the places I go and things I see. I will never stop taking pictures of the places and I go and the things I see, but I will be more cautious of why I am sharing it and who for.

So Happy New Year to those who may read this. Thank you for reading my blog and sharing in my journey with me. Here's to starting the first day of 2015 with the person who I love most, me :)

writing on writing

Why do you write? Why do I write? Why do writers write? Some writers right for entertainment purposes. Some write for informative purposes. Some write to present findings in studies. Some write about others. Some write about themselves. Some write fiction. Some write non-fiction. There are many reasons why writers write. And I by no means consider myself a writer, but I have my own reasons too.

When I started this blog, I wanted it to be about my life, my experiences, my travels. I started writing it as a means to write about what I go through in my adventures. It ended up taking a more personal turn than I had originally planned. And I will never truly apologize for that. It is my writing, and my blog, and I do not believe we should ever be sorry for what we write. We should never feel like censoring what we chose to write about. But I also would never want to hurt or defame anyone. That would never be my intentions.

I am going through a very emotional period in my life. For some reason, writing in this blog has been helping me through it. It has been therapeutic and cathartic to me. It is helping me make sense of the pain inside me that my head and heart just don't seem to be able to sort out for themselves. I still hurt on a daily basis. Whether I show it or not, through my every day appearance, writing, pictures or whatever else makes up my life, I am in constant emotional pain. I try to make sense of it by writing about it. And it may not be the socially acceptable way of dealing with it. It may not be how you, or others you know, deal with it. But it is how I have chosen to deal with it, because it helps me. I have never been one to do things the way I am told is better or right. I will always march to the beat of my own drum, because I truly do not care what you think of me as a result of the way I chose to do things.

When I write about my ex, and what I am going through, I don't do this for people to feel sorry for me. To sympathize with me. I don't do this for people to hate him. I don't hate him, so why should anyone else? He is a wonderful person, if he wasn't, I wouldn't be trying to maintain some form of friendship with him at this point. It wouldn't be so hard for me right now if he was a complete asshole and a horrible person. The reason I write about the experience I am going through with him, is merely a means to understanding why I am here. Why I moved to the other side of the world to get away from it all. Why it makes me anxious to go home. Why I can't seem to cut him out of my life, when every one I know tells me it would be easier or better that way. I would never want my writing to be taken as cheap shots at him. Or ways to make others dislike him. I write my experiences, my feelings and my thoughts. If you read it, you will notice a theme. A theme of love. Regardless of what has happened between us, I still love the guy. And maybe some think I should be over that by now, and maybe some might think that I am pathetic. And maybe I am. But this is just my story. I am not perfect. I never claimed to be. I have always been nothing but honest and open.

I am an emotional person. I always have been. As I sit here and write this, the tears pour down my face because I have just never been able to hold them back when they form in my eyes. This has been a very hard year for me. I have never felt so vulnerable, alone and insecure in my life. And I am trying to find a way back to the independent, strong person I was. I know she is in there somewhere. She is just hurting and trying to make sense of how she got so lost.

So to everyone out there writing, I say write on. Write what you feel. Write what you know. Write for whatever reasons you have to write. Whether it's for an audience, or yourself, or both. Others will judge you for everything you do in life, so write on if you have something you care to write about. And never apologize for your writing. My sister told me that. And she's right. Not everyone will like it. Not everyone will hate it. But if writing serves the purpose you intend, write on.

anxiety on flight 288

I have never had a problem flying. No anxiety. No discomfort. I've flown across the world, more than once. Had multiple layovers, long flights. Not once have I ever been scared or anxious. Maybe tired or bored, but I am a good flyer. This past weekend I flew home to surprise my mother and grandmother for my grandmother's 90th birthday. It was a short trip of two days, and a long flight for such a short one.

The weeks leading up to this flight home I was feeling anxious. I recently learned my ex, whom I can't stop loving no matter how hard I try, has his new Australian girlfriend moving to Canada to be with him in a few months. The thought of this makes me not want to return home at all. Without getting into the whole back story of the two of them, it makes me anxious. Every time I think about going home again, the thought of running into the two of them makes me unable to breathe. I like to think I'm a stronger person than that but apparently I am not as strong as I pretend to be. Regardless what I've been told, I will never truly believe I wasn't left for the foreign girl who seemed much more appealing than working on a great relationship that clearly only meant something to one of us. So here in lies my anxiety. I try to meditate. I try to exercise my demons out. But the anxiety takes over every time I think about going home. 

Flight from Vancouver to Whitehorse, window seats are the best

So I arrive at the airport, having had a horrible sleep the night before. It's 4:45am, I arrive just as they are starting to check people in, only to find out the computers aren't working and they have to check everyone in manually. With an hour to my flight, I knew I would be missing my connecting flight. As I approached the counter, they tell me that I no longer have the seat I chose and I will have to go get my luggage in Vancouver, and then get my next boarding pass and recheck my luggage. I could feel the anxiety getting worse. It was like there was an air pump in my lungs but instead of pumping in air, it was sucking it out. As I waited in the airport to board my flight, I saw my take off time, come and go. After over a hour, we finally boarded and took off. That flight, one of the shortest I've done. Was one of the hardest. As I sat in my seat, I felt the walls closing is around me. I made a beeline for the washroom and spent the next however many minutes (I lost track) having a full blown anxiety attack. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think. I was crying. I was curled in a ball on a dirty airplane bathroom floor all alone. And I didn't know what to do. How to stop it. Until I finally just knew I had to get a grip and let it pass. I don't know how long I was in there for, but I came out of there with air in my lungs. But anxiety filled me, down to my core. 

I arrived in Vancouver as my connecting flight took off, but I was lucky enough to have my luggage come out first. I ran to reprint my boarding pass for my next flight, which had already been rescheduled to 30 mins after my original. By the time I got up to recheck my bags, that flight left too. So now I was told I was being out on standby and that I can go sit for two hours at one gate and wait, and if they don't call my name before they board, I do the same at the next gate, and the next, and so on. I walked to the gate. Sat down. And all of the sudden I felt it again. The same feeling I had on the plane. The walls were closing in. I got up and quickly walked to the bathroom and let the walls of the stall close in on me. I was shaking. I couldn't catch my breath. Because of this, I almost choked. This time I felt like my heart was beating out of my chest. I sweat through my sweatshirt. I had never been through this before and I can't imagine going through it again. I spent most my layover in a bathroom stall trying to get a grip on reality. 

Flight from Vancouver to Whitehorse

After I made it back to the gate, I listened to the names called out that were on standby. Name after name, I got more anxious and sweaty. I bet I looked super suspicious and weird. I heard a few names called more than once until finally I was the last name called before boarding. I was finally heading home. 

This flight went smoother than the last. I didn't freak out. That is until the plane landed and everyone got up to get off. I felt claustrophobic for the first time. All I wanted to do was get off that plane. I started shaking a bit and just trying to take deep breaths to stop myself from not being able to breathe. And as I stepped off my plane, I turn on my phone to have the first text I receive be the person who made me anxious to come home in the first place. I want to say it was comforting but it wasn't. I wish I could've ignored it. But I couldn't. It's funny how things happen this way. 

So here I am, back to my 'home' after a week home. My flight back here, much easier. And I continue my efforts to meditate and exercise to work through the anxiety in hopes that my flight home for Christmas in less than two weeks is much less stressful. Here's hoping for a smoother day of flying.

Flight from Vancouver to Whitehorse

where words fail, music speaks

What music do you listen to when you are happy? Sad? Working out? Driving? Dancing? We all have our favourites. Different music for different emotions. Different music for different activities.

To me music has always been an important aspect of my life. In high school I was always found with headphones on my ears, or the very least around my neck. This is what inspired my headphones I have tattooed on my back. Since attending my first concert back in my early pre-teen years, I've lost track of the amount of concerts I have attended. Somewhere around 100 or so, I just stopped counting. Going out to see a band play live is my favourite thing to do. There's nothing I enjoy more than a good music festival with some good friends. When my favourite band takes the stage, the music takes over and I can't help but lose control of my body and my emotions. Depending on the band, I either dance, cry or go into an all out singalong. 

When I was preparing for my road trip across Canada, I was told by numerous people to make sure I don't listen to too many sad songs. But I am an emo kid at heart. And the sad songs are always my favourite kind. And I enjoy a good sad song when I am sad, it makes me feel like I am not alone in my sadness. 

Luckily for me I have great friends, with great music taste. Two friends of mine were nice enough to make me USB sticks full of great music for my drive. And one even specified the exact moments to listen to specific bands. And he was right. If you are ever driving through the mountains, I suggest throwing on some Junip, or Fear of Men. They are the perfect mountain music. It's amazing how Dan knew that. 

I started thinking about how music affects your mood. I have never found that listening to happy music when I'm sad helps. I have always been a sad music in sad times kind of person. But the funny thing was, I started my drive with sad music and as I drove across Canada my music turned more into anthems. I started each day with Death Can for Cutie's 'You are a Tourist', because for me the lyrics are one that hit close to home. 'If you feel just like a tourist in the city you were born then its time to go & define your destination, there's so many different places to call home'. As the days went on, I listened to one of my favourite bands, Stars. Their music had a way of making me feel like I was strong enough to make this journey across Canada and be on my own. Something about a lyric that says 'take the weakest thing in you, and then beat the bastards with it', that just makes you feel like your weakness can be turned into a strength. 

So maybe I didn't listen to the typical road trip music. Life is a highway, but I didn't need it sung to me. I needed my favourite bands, to comfort me and bring me strength. And I needed to find new music, provided by friends, to remember the bonds I share with people. Music brings people together, you get to know others through music. And you get to know yourself. The drive may have been a strengthening journey, but without a soundtrack to guide me, I'm not sure it would've had the same affect. 

Nietzsche was right, without music, life would be a mistake. Music is magical. It's mystical and healing powers are hard to explain. And it will always be a huge part of my life. It will always be the only constant that keeps me comforted and feeling like myself. So as I put my favourite record on today, I remember that drive and the way the music acted as my passenger. I was never truly alone, I had some great musicians joining me on my journey. 

i'll endure the night, for promise of the light

What is it about sunrises and sunsets that are so intriguing? I know I am not the only one who chases them. Everywhere I go, I love finding the best place to watch the sun come up or the sun go down. It's as if the view of the mountains, the city, the people, it's never good enough without the promise of colours filling the sky and the sun comes into view, or out of view. After experiencing so many alone, as well as with others, I can honestly say that it is magical no matter who you are with.

Sunset in El Nido, Palawan, Philippines 

On my own, watching the sun rise or set, it gives me a sense of peace. I almost meditate in the moment with focus on the sun and it's movement. The colours fill the sky and make me calm. It's healing in a way, to watch another day start or end, knowing that whatever negativity you endured before this, it will be washed away in thoughts of yesterday. As a new day begins, so does hope for a better day. I do love a good sunset, but those sunrises are what really get me. As the sky begins to change colour, it paints the darkness with pinks, purples, yellows and oranges. All the darkness you were feeling, it lightens it up. Brings new perspectives, with the new colours. Allows you to let go of the negativity, and bring forth the positivity. I remember waking up the past year, before the sun, having a hard time getting up and ready for my day in darkness, but as soon as I was driving and saw that sunrise in my rearview mirror, it was like a reawakening. I was ready for my day.

Rearview mirror sunrises on the 401

Sunrise in the Northern Rockies, Muncho Lake, BC

Sunrise on top of the Clay Cliffs behind my house in Whitehorse, YT

Sunrise and rainbow welcoming me to Banff

Sunrise in Northern Rockies, Muncho Lake, BC

Sunsets are just as enchanting. Especially when watching the sun set with the person you love. I remember as Ryan and I traveled, whether in South East Asia, or last year in Europe on the cruise, we chased those sunsets. It was amazing to be able to watch the sun set in so many different places in the world, and share that with someone else. Some of my favourite pictures from my travels are the sunsets I have captured. And regardless if my relationship has ended, those memories of chasing sunsets will never end. And I will always have the pictures to look upon and remember how good it felt to be surrounded by the colours in the sky and be with the person who I loved more than anything at that moment. There is something majestically romantic about watching the sun go down on another day spent with that person. Forget dinners, flowers, jewellery, just take me to the sunset for romance. It is all I need.

Sunset in Gili Trawangan, Lombok, Indonesia

Silhouettes in the sunset in Gili Trawangan, Lombok, Indonesia

Will always be my favourite sunset picture

I know it may seem ridiculous to some, posting pictures of someone I no longer am dating and myself kissing in front of a sunset. But it is a fantastic picture, and it was an amazing moment, and it is something I will never forget. I never understand hiding pictures away of moments like these, just because things didn't work out between you. Whenever I watch the sunset, I think of this moment and how lucky I was to experience such epic sunsets with him, in so many places in the world. And I am glad we captured moments on camera, especially since he is a much better photographer than I. And I can't wait to experience more on my own, when I continue to travel and get better in my photography skills. 

So today, go watch the sunset. Appreciate the beauty. No matter where I go, I am always chasing the sun.

solitary confinement at it's finest

I will never understand everyone's fear of being single. I feel like there are so many people who spend their lives being terrified of being alone. When they are in a bad relationship, they stay in it because they don't want to be single. When they get broken up with, they rebound right away because, to them, it is better than being alone. So they seem to think anyways. And when a break up happens, it's almost like a race between exes of who can move on to a new relationship first. And if you stay single for too long after, you are clearly not over your ex. You can't possibly just be happy being single. I will never understand it.

Don't get me wrong, there are times that I miss being in a relationship. Though it is not that I miss being in a relationship in general, I miss being in a relationship with him specifically. I do not miss having someone in my bed when I go to sleep at night or when I wake up in the morning, I miss him being the one in my bed. I do not miss having someone to do things with all the time, I can do things on my own.  Or I have friends if I don't want to do it alone. I find after years of giving advice to friends over breakups, they generally just miss being with someone so much, that they often get pulled back into a relationship that wasn't all that great to begin with. And maybe my relationship wasn't perfect. But he did make me happy for a long time. Lucky for me, I am perfectly fine on my own. In fact after almost four years of being in a relationship (well 2 officially, 2 unofficially) I almost forgot how awesome it is to be single. It's nice not to have to worry about someone else. It's nice to be selfish and do only what I want to do. It's refreshing to only have to worry about taking care of myself and not another person. There's a reason I do not want kids or pets, the responsibilities of it all. Relationships can be that way too sometimes. You taken on the responsibility of taking care of them, and they do the same. 

Most importantly, it's fantastic to make plans for your future and not have to take anyone into consideration but yourself.  As I sit here this morning planning my trip around the world, I don't have to worry about anything but making sure I have enough money and time to see all that I want to see. And when you are traveling, with no significant other on the other side of the world waiting for your return, you do not need to worry about how to get a hold of them, missing them and getting home sick over them. You still miss your family and friends, but believe me, after four months in Thailand without Ryan, I remember how much I missed him, and wanted to make sure I could text him when I wanted to. Find time to Skype/FaceTime/video chat, so you can see their face. It's hard to go for long periods of time away from the person you love. Though I will admit, it is nice when that person comes across the world to be with you. Or coming home to the person you love, when you have been away. But that doesn't mean not having that is awful. It is still nice to come home to your family and friends when you have been away. There are always others that you have been missing when you travel. When you are alone for long periods of time, company from others is quite nice, but that doesn't need to come from a relationship.

It's important to enjoy your own company. To really be happy in solitude. And I believe I have achieved that. And I don't just mean recently. I have always been a social person, but I have also been one to enjoy my private time. Some people can often mistaken it as being anti social or sad, but there are things I enjoy doing alone. I enjoy reading. Reading can be a very solitary activity. Though there are times while reading I miss being intertwined with my ex, both with a book open. But I wouldn't want that with just anyone. I'd rather read alone. It's my escape. I miss my step outside my house, the one I grew up in. Some of my favourite time alone was spent there reading and people watching. 

All in all, I have never been one to hate or be in fear of the single status. I'd rather be by myself than be with someone who doesn't want to be with me. Or with someone who lies to me. Or cheats. Being single is a nice freedom that is almost unexplainable. I guess being someone who doesn't want to get married or have kids, I don't have this clock ticking, telling me I need to rush back into something in order to do these things at the appropriate age. But I mean, it took me until I was 24 to find someone who I felt was worth being in a relationship with. I have dated before but have always enjoyed being single more than I ever enjoyed the company of anyone else. So I stayed single. There were potentials in the past who, with different timing, could have been something more. Australia got in the way with one. And I wouldn't have traded that experience for any relationship. Timing is everything. I was lucky Thailand didn't get in the way of another relationship; it actually kick started one into something real. So here I sit, with one great relationship in my past. No regrets. It was amazing while it lasted. But here's to being single. To being selfish. And wandering alone around this world, just doing me. Because when I am alone, I am in pretty great company, if I do say so myself.