Short Stories. Of a soon to be East Coast Wife. Could call it the bachelorette diary? But you read and tell me. Rated M for Mature. It truly does get wild here, as Far East Canada as you can get. So what does one truly get? Well you get Honda civics every where just to start. You grow up in the same neighbourhood usually...your whole life. Now isn't that like most places? Probably. Most definitely; now pause, think heritage. White picked fences, the grass is greener on the other side the whole "whorah!" Significant air quotes there. I'm serious. This is a town you're born in and once you get old enough you leave or you get stuck forever. It's a place where you get born and come to die. All in one go. Because no place compares to it's beauty that you've grown to call home. And the sea doth call once it sets in your blood; and it never goes, what would ya know. There's a castle on the hill that holds all the children's dreams, while you watch from the swings and hear the trees whistle, you know in the concrete basement below hold dark secrets no one would've ever thought to know. Of drugs and liquor and men whoops I mean boys oh no.