Meant to be. 

I’ve always thought I was destined to be something amazing, a star, a celebrity, famous. 

I’ve tried music… I can’t play the guitar that well although I did do fairly well as a DJ. My karaoke skills are on point, if I do say so myself, however I don’t think I was destined for anything with rhythm because lords knows I lack in that area. 

So I set myself up for being an amazing professional. Professional what? I’m not too sure yet. I’ve always done very well with business, I attained more goals than I even dreamt before I was 25 but that just wasn’t it. There had to be more. 

So I set myself abroad. I travelled alone, visiting many states and provinces all the while meeting people from all walks of life. I started blogging, I was writing for me and writing for all of you. I was doing what I loved, and loving every minute of it. 

I met my husband in Wyoming, in a small town called Cheyenne that resembles my home town of Calgary, Alberta in many ways. It just felt right. 

I wasn’t rich, famous, absorbing the instagram spotlight, or living amongst the stars, but I felt at home. Something I haven’t truly felt in years. Although I was “at home” or near my family so to speak, I didn’t feel like I was in the right place. I didn’t feel as thought I was where I was meant to be. 

27 days later I found myself married and starting the immigration process to become an American. Don’t get me wrong, this come with many trials and tribulations to say the least. I’ll save that for another blog post though as its a very long process with many many hiccups along the way. 

Back to the point. I was home. My husband isn’t perfect, but he’s perfect to me. I love him for all his amazing traits, and I love him more for his flaws. We all have them, let’s not be unrealistic. Home is where your heart is, I never truly understood that until I met Mr. K. We’re going to call him “K” for what it’s worth seeing as he’s not much of a social media guru like myself. He was home to me, and he always will be. 

I’ve learned a lot about myself in the past few months but the biggest thing I’ve come to realize is that, I am where I’m supposed to be. All the glitz and glamour that I dreamt would engulf my life… Well this is it. It may be a small town bar, an amazing friend that dresses like a pirate a week before Halloween (which I love because it’s my favorite day of the year,) a pint (sorry Canada I mean a mickey) of fireball and some Halloween classics like Hocus Pocus all alone on a Monday night while my hubby works away to provide for us, but that’s the razzle dazzle. 

Casper has finally met Wendy, and we are going to jäger bombs under the moonlight. Oh how romantic. I wouldn’t have it any other way. 

Sometimes it’s not what you imagined, it’s even better. You just have to see the stars before you judge them on their ability to shine. 

Love&Light, 

Jessica 

Immigrating for love. 

No one said it was going to be easy, who would have known that I’d go through all the trials and tribulations I’ve endured to be with the one I love. 

I’m not saying it isn’t worth it or that I would ever regret enduring the obstacles that life has put infront of myself and my husband, it’s just difficult at times. 

It’s hard to explain the homesick feeling that overwhelms me at times, or the frustrations I deal with on a daily basis. I miss those closest to me, the immigration process is difficult and prevents me from doing much more than house work. It’s hard not to feel like an outsider when you just don’t fit in. 

People complain about their jobs all the time, I know I certainly have in the past. I can honestly say I never thought I’d be jealous of others working, I want nothing more than to contribute to my household and feel useful. 

Those who have never moved countries would have no idea the difficulties and frustrations one feels through the lengthy process, I know I never did until now. 

So I sit, day after day waiting for the letter to arrive so I can feel normal again. 

Love&Light,

Jessica 

Thanksgiving. 

The American flag breezes through the window outside this diner. The wonderful smells of turkey, stuffing, sweet potatoes, and all the fixings of this Canadian holiday are non existent here. 

This year I have a lot to be thankful for;

My amazing husband, you are my rock and I am truly blessed to have you by my side. 

My family, you have been there for me when I needed you most but couldn’t admit it. You brought me back from the darkness that I surrounded myself with for far too long. I will forever be grateful to have you all in my life. 

Friends, the ones who have stuck by me I am very lucky to have you in my life. To the new friends I’ve met here in Wyoming, I love you guys as well. It’s never easy moving to a different country but you’ve definitely made it a lot better. 

Reflection. This year I am happy I have more opportunity to self reflect. I’ve seen a lot here in America, met many people, and thankfully I have made choices that reflect me as the person I want to be. 

Holidays are a time to be with your family, go into a food coma, and enjoy those precious moments we can cherish forever. 

To all my friends and family, I love you and I miss you, I hope you all enjoyed the day together and I can celebrate with you soon. 

Ps. Perkins is great, but it’s not the same as a hot turkey dinner. 

Love&Light, 

Jessica 

Shameynne aka Cheyenne. 

In my travels I’ve seen many places and many different ways of life but nothing quite like my new city of residence. Cheyenne, Wyoming. 

There’s a few things you ought to know before making the choice to move here. 

1. Nothing much happens before noon, which we also call lunch/beer break.

2. If you need to get ahold of someone make sure to call, email will be lost in the cloud forever and ever. 

3. There are requirements to living here; a beer mug (never empty) holsters for your gun and shot glass, and the number for the cowboy shuttle on speed dial. 

4. Fireball. Enough said. 

5.  Knowledge of the “one legged stripper” at the Green Door (which is a bar/strip club) 

6. Uber. It doesn’t exist here and if you mention it they’ll think you’re a hipster talking some foreign lingo. 

7. We refer to Colorado people as  “greenies” they are known for being the loudest when using our park/lakes. 

8. A snow day = a snow drift as high as your front door. 

9. “Regulars” at the bar are not your friend unless you’re paying their tab. They’re anything but “regular”

10. Uniqueness has a whole new meaning, it means you’re fucking weird. 

11. You’ll be lucky to meet a man with all his teeth.

12. Wyoming is a “right to work” state which means you can and will be fired for just being you. Although drunkness seems to be a daily occurrence you may not show up to work intoxicated. 

13. They do not have pizza pops nor do they know what they are (sorry Canada) 

14. If you’re a biker, it better be a Harley. If you ride a bicycle, watch out we don’t all know how to drive. 

15. Pedestrians. Watch out, they don’t know what a walking man sign means and you have no right of way. They will stop for a Pokemon though, even though they are few and far between. 

16. If you’re 18, no kids, and not pregnant… You’re not from here. “I just went camping” is not an excuse for pregnancy. 

17. If you’re reading this blog, you’re not from here… “Blog” is probably a name for a shot that you’ve never tried and never should. 

18. At McDonald’s they will not understand “make it like a Mac.” Which is putting Mac sauce, lettuce and all the fixings of a Big Mac but without the other bun. Don’t try it here, it’ll have ketchup and Mac sauce..nasty. 

19. Frontier days…. Needs its own blog post but it’s similar to the Calgary stampede only 100x smaller, although they will never admit to that. It’s “the biggest outdoor rodeo on earth” if you live here and you better stick to that.

20. Downtown. It has more parking garages than places to go. Open a restaurant down there and you’ll be lucky to last 6 months. Sorry Hooters. Open a skateboard park and you’ll be busy for life, but it’s illegal to ride a skateboard downtown. 

21. Photographers, ensure to take a deposit because your clients will definitely change dates, fail to show up to their session, or not end up paying you at all. Trying to get paid for your services is like waiting outside a bestbuy for the newest Xbox console. 

To be continued…

Love&Light,

Jessica