there's such a lot of world to see.

listen.

Travel. The word evokes daydreams of little Paris cafés and rustic mountain cottages. Of stuffed suitcases and being surrounded by the murmur of a foreign language.

My nana recently gave me her antique world map, which now hangs on the wall beside my bed. It's the last thing I see before I fall asleep, and the first thing I see when I wake up in the morning. Every so often, I trace my fingers over the continents, mesmerized by how many places there are to see on this earth. This leaves me with a sense of fernweh; farsickness. Honestly, I haven't had a whole lot of opportunities to travel yet. The few opportunities I have had -- like roadtripping through all the prairie provinces with my family -- have been amazing. But until I'm older, I satisfy my craving for travel with letters from globe-scattered friends and mini roadtrips.

Like last weekend, where I had the chance to be both a city mouse and a country mouse, with my amazing cousins, Meadow & Kazan. 

henry.

huge breakfast. eggs, bacon, hashbrowns, toast, avacado, & homemade apple juice. yum.

hello, sled dogs.

Yes. This will definitely do. 

   

   

ps. it's true, i'm not a big fan of halloween. but if there's an excuse to dress up, i'll take it. hence the waldo gear. waldo & i were practically twins -- right from the pom pom toque, down to the brown oxfords. oh, yes. did you dress up?