I was visiting a friend, and we were talking about spirit animals. I, being the crazy cat lady that I am. Exclaimed that my spirit animal was a cat. Her Kokum turned around, looked at me, and exclaimed: “No, it is not!” I asked her, “Well, what is it then”? She replied, “I don’t know. You gotta figure that shit out!” I’m unsure what my spirit animal is, but I know it isn’t a sheep. Owning a house with 3.5 kids is the “normal” route. Numerous friends of mine out of high school wanted to marry and have babies. There are a variety of reasons why people desire babies. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m not entirely oblivious to the fact that it is a life-changing experience. There is nothing like growing your very own human, so I’m told. I am not wholly against setting down; it looks entirely different from my perspective. Buying property abroad, having a farm, living off-grid. I genuinely feel I was born on the wrong continent; I chased summer for four years once. You may need to be made aware of a small city in Canada called Saskatoon, but that is where I am from. This city is roughly five and a half hours north of Glasgow, Montana. There have been many instances where I will meet new people, and it has been established that I could do better in the cold. When asked where I’m from initially, people usually reply oh crazy, well, you should be used to it then like, ” What’s wrong with you. Let me stop you right there. It takes me two and a half months to acclimatize to hot weather. I spent much of my life throughout my childhood “getting used to it,” but it never happened. That is not a real thing. When your noes can freeze off your face if you stay outside for longer than fifteen minutes, that’s some next-level shit right there. Being from the cold wastelands of Saskatchewan, I decided to move away in my early 20s.