I’m 22 years old, female, have dark blonde hair, blue eyes, tall, dutch, live in Canada, am fairly average looking, I enjoy motorcycling, snowboarding, I am engaged to an unsuspecting chap.

I live far away from all of my family except for my grandparents and a few uncles. I moved here to be close to my fiance… then boyfriend, and I ended up going to university for an office certificate. It was boring as anything, and I regret getting into that kind of work.

I was laid off in January and still am unemployed. I go slightly insane some days, overall I survive. I go jobhunting (and play a lot of PS3). I am trying to get a job at Corrections so I can work with psycho people just like me.

Growing up in a small town was a great experience for me. I didn’t mind the lack of choices and opportunities, paved roads, or laws. Things worked out great… I liked hanging out with my older siblings like a loser, but whatever, I learned a lot from hanging out with 30 year olds when I was 16. I enjoyed driving onto the school soccer field on weekends with my best friend, Emily, in my Geo Metro. I had an imaginary pioneer family of 7 siblings until I was 17 who I spoke to regularly on the long boring walks to school. I was big on tree forts, improving my canoeing skills, pastel drawing, reading, snowmobiling, stealing my brothers dirtbike, driving with my learner’s permit, volleyball, making figurines from the clay in the river bank, cross country running, building dams in the creek, and buying absurd amounts of candy from 7/11, and seeing how much I could get away with. Wow, all these memories just begin flooding back to me as I write.

I worked at an electronics store for 2 years after graduation. Talk about a learning experience. I had phone-phobia and took any shit people were willing to give out. I learned that if you don’t stand up for yourself, your beliefs, and your interests, people aren’t going to appreciate any of those things either. I figured it was about time to move to the big city… however I could never get up the nerve. I went through a stage of crazy camping parties and doing things my parents still have no idea about… and let’s keep it that way… I went through a punk stage, a goth stage, an angry stage, but became quite a happy teenager after highschool.

A few of my friends from highschool were renting an apartment together in Abbotsford and wanted me to join. However, it took me about a year after they asked until I finally moved. Let’s say I got a lot of encouragement from a certain guy. Who I met online. Interesting hey? We aren’t your average story I guess. Dave and I met through mutual friends on MSN… whooo. Haha. Started chatting a lot which led to webcam chat, and eventually Dave called me and I didnt’ know who it was… how could this angry looking kid have such a sweet voice!?!? And I was hooked. Things escalated when I had the opportunity to house-sit down the street from my parent’s house and had unlimited computer and phone access (long distance included)… and the phone calls became a daily 2 hour event. I was eventually encouraged to visit him in January (I told my Mother I was visiting my friends from highschool… and told my Dad I might meet some guy that my friend knew… and not to tel Mom.) So I took an extremely stressful 12 hour drive to Chilliwack (I’m getting nervous again as I write this). Stopped in at Burger King in Chilliwack to make sure I was looking my best, got lost a few times trying to find his parents’ house and finally pulled up. As soon as I left the car there he was running (in full 3D) down the steps toward me. The only thing I recognized was his voice. After the world’s awkardest hug we went inside so I could meet his parents. Everything was kind of a blur. I ended up staying at his house for the entire week instead of at my friends’. That was the beginning of the end… har har.

After that, Dave came up in March for my birthday to meet my family. After about 3 more visits it was August, my last month at the electronics store. I was so excited to move… Dave flew to Smithers to help me leave (emotionally)… after a sad goodbye from my Mom and a tearful goodbye from my Dad we drove my piece of crap car back to Chilliwack (losing a muffler on the way). Talk about a traumatic couple of months after that… adjusting to a new city and family, back to university, new roommate, a full time boyfriend is more then you can ever imagine. Dating was a rollercoaster ride, considering we spent almost every day together except for the occasional one where I asked for a break because I was losing my mind. I would never ever, go back to our dating days. EVER. Drama, drama drama. It was just a constant fear for me, what am I getting myself into, I don’t even know this guy, what am I doing here? It took so long for me to calm down and stop trying to find ways that it wasn’t going to work out. (Probably a year and a half).

I enjoy being engaged more than anything. Buying a house was an adventure. Dave and I do everything together, trying to get into a few new hobbies together, we both have motorbikes and just got into snowboarding a year ago, trying to hike a bit, 4×4ing and checking out new places, taking trips to visit my family in Smithers and Vernon. We are getting married on July 31, 2009 in Smithers. We plan to have an adventurous time on our honeymoon in Oregon with Dave’s truck and our motorbikes, camping, dunebuggying, beaches…etc. I’m moving into our house when we get possession of it on June 26.

Wow, this was just supposed to be a little blurb but it got kind of massive… well, here’s some of my life’s story, ya’ll.