no line on the horizon

Ok. Sweden is great, there are berries, mushrooms, trees, socialism. But I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I am missing home. Not just my family and friends, and not just having a house to sleep in which contains luxury items like sofas or wine glasses.

But I actually miss Canada.

I miss the prairies. I never realized that I would feel so closed in -living deep in the forests of Northern Sweden-

but sometimes I feel like I can’t see the landscape around me because all the trees are blocking the view.

I realized this is the prairies in me.

I need the wide open spaces.

I need to see the horizon.