Let me tell you a little bit about myself.
My name is Linnea (lin-ay-ah) and I’m a Swedish/Finnish/British/Canadian girl who is married to a Persian guy. I have a wide variety of interests and have always loved learning about different cultures, which ties into my passion for travelling, cooking, and reading. I also enjoy music, board games, movies, WWII history, and obsessing over elephants. I make my living off of teaching musical theatre, which is more fun than it is work. My husband, Peter, and I are animal enthusiasts and have many animal “children”. Sherlock and Watson, our two rats, were saved from a tragic death of being eaten by our snake, Herodias; this is because Peter thought they were too cute to be used as snake food. We also have two gerbils, Starsky and Hutch, which makes us an odd, but happy little family! My family and friends mean the world to me and I love Peter with all my heart. Above all, I thank God who has given me all of these precious gifts to enjoy and treasure.
At the end of the teaching year, it’s not uncommon to receive a few ‘thank you’ gifts. One of the gifts I received was a journal with the word ‘inspire’ on the front of it. One of the definitions I found for the word ‘inspire’ was: “to give (someone) an idea about what to do or create”. I feel like, aside from my job as a choreographer, I’m not always the most creative person. I spend most of my spare time during the day reading, but almost never doing something creative. I began to think about all the ways I could be more creative and a blog seemed like a simple way to get started. I have to be honest, I’m not quite sure what this blog will be used for. I used to have a travel blog, but I created it when I was 19 and some of it’s cringe-worthy. I’m determined to be more mindful about what I write. I look back on my old blog posts and wonder why I didn’t put more thought into writing them. They seem, to me, like the narrative of an immature girl who focused more on the social aspect of travelling than the places themselves. I guess that was true for that time. I used travelling as a means for escaping home, where I was discontent. It wasn’t until the summer of 2014 that I truly felt content and confident. I told myself that I would be happy living in Vancouver for the rest of my life and that, if God willed it be, I would also be content living a life of singleness. God has a sense of humour. Not even a month after I came to this happy conclusion, I met Peter. Not even a year after we met, we were married.
Back to the purpose of the blog. I’d like to write about my previous travels when I’m feeling antsy to get away or write about books that I’ve just read or share recipes of my favourite Persian – or non-Persian – dishes. I think I’ll just write about whatever is on my mind at the time. Whatever inspires me.