Oh, Canada.

I keep dreaming I’m there. I think it’s because it’s so damn hot in Phoenix and my bedroom, and I really, really want to live in Toronto or Vancouver. Anywhere cold and wet honestly, but those two places in particular would be nice.

Clearly my subconscious is plotting escapes to the wonderful northern lands, full of precipitation and sweet as can be adorably awkward nerdy Canadian girls until I’ve the money to get there, or a work visa at least and they’re a real part of my life.

Oh, and the universal health care and poutine are pretty good too.