Ugh. I really, really miss spooky adventures. I don't rationally believe in any of it anymore, but I still can't shake that drive. I guess I can't help but want there to be just a little bit of magic left in the world, you know? Call me a romantic.

My latest irrational guilty pleasure has been cryptozoology, mainly because I rationalize it to myself that it's at least a little bit more plausible than, say, ghosts. But really, I think I just like stories and mythos. Especially mythos. Finding mythos patterns between vastly different cultures is another of my favourite pastimes.

I also have done a fair bit of traveling, listen to virtually all types of music, love everything eccentric, strange, or weird, wander old growth rainforests in my spare time, and dimly lit old pubs are some of my favourite places in the entire world. I come from a family of artists of all types and love all forms of art, but unfortunately am horrible at creating any myself. And I deeply miss real conversation, about literally anything - if you can think of something, I know at least a little bit about it, and always want to learn more. I keep no secrets and have no fears. When asked I tell.

Anyway, I'm 28/f, but in Canada. Like you, I moved, and even though I have my partner, I find myself alone a lot and find it very difficult to make friends at this age. It doesn't help that I live in the middle of absolutely nowhere and just going down to a pub or something isn't really an option.

Let me know if you want to talk. I'll warn you, though, my only method of communication is Hangouts and I don't do long email conversations (mainly because they get way too overwhelming too quickly and it just ends up in novella form).