Written by a local Justin, TX author!
By age 31, I always imagined my life would be settled — career, family, maybe even that white picket fence. Instead, my main man is a 120-pound mutt named Thor, and the highlights of my weekend are takeout and scrolling Instagram. Add a bottle of wine, and suddenly I’m drunkenly booking a trip to Sweden.
Do I know how to ride horses, or hike the backcountry, or speak Swedish? Absolutely not. But since when did a little logic stop me?
Too stubborn to admit my mistake, I land in Stockholm, expecting to see the Northern Lights, nurse sore muscles, and, heaven forbid, pee in the woods.
What I don’t expect is for my horse to kick me down a hill and somehow back through time, or that maybe all of this was set in motion by Fate centuries before.