I have grown up in this little slice of heaven in south east Saskatchewan (that will remain nameless for its own safety) my whole life until recently when I was shipped off to Vancouver to pursue my dream of becoming a fashion designer. I have since completed my first year and have been stuck in my little town for the summer, impatiently waiting until I can return to sanity. It's been a bizarre experience being back and I found myself having a harder and harder time swallowing what people accept as "normal" and what isn't. It's time to move on, grow up, and to let the high school drama go because the world is a much bigger place than most of us realize. Oh what an eye opener Vancouver was! I was awestruck to realize that people don't actually make a habit of being rude and consistently negative. And how wonderfully indifferent everyone was! Nobody cared who I was or that I was wearing 3 scarves and 5 patterns at once. For once in my life I didn't have a past following me around like a beastly stench. I was anonymous, a brightly coloured blur passing through the crowd, free to be myself and not questioned about it, it was just accepted. I was invisible, but a different type of invisible that I had experienced my whole life. Only in my little city can I be in a crowded room and feel so completely alone. It doesn't matter how bright my lipstick is, or how short my hair is. They don’t see ME because they remember the way I used to be, not the person I am. Not that this blog will change how they think of me, in all likelihood they'll still think I’m crazy, in fact it’ll probably just reinforce the idea. I do so look forward to it.