Growing up on the farm, during the night we had only one light source; the yard lamp on the properties south eat corner. My room, facing north, was pitch black aside from the occasional full moon. Growing up I remember spending the night at my Grandmothers. The street lights shone directly in the room and kept me up at night. Till this day I still sleep more soundly in the pitch black. Which is a little strange since I'm terrified of the dark.

In our new house the bedroom window overlooks the nearest intersection and the local convenience store. I love rolling over on the weekend and peering out into the street. I do not however enjoy the street lights that sneak though the blinds.

You can take the girl out of the country, but you can't take the country out of the girl.

The thing I miss most about the City of Calgary is the Glenmore Reservoir.