I found that for the first time in my 28 years I was able to find myself. My BF says that’s “pretentious” but really, it was my first trip ever (I even had to get a passport) and it’s left such an impression that when I think about it I feel the way I felt there and I can almost smell the way it smelled. Someone played a cruel trick on me, putting me in Canada when I honestly feel I was supposed to be there.