What I've come to realize about being a true Vancouverite is that it can happen to you without you even being conscious of it.
This summer I moved away from Metropolitan bliss to my home town, where everyone I know is predictably found everywhere I go, and "downtown" consists of a single, run-down (some call it colorful I call it depressing) main street.
While enjoying the summer festivities of August long weekend, I stayed with my girls and we naturally did the following:
Had appys and drinks at Granville Island
Watched the finale of the fireworks at Granville Island
Started the next day off with yoga in the park (approx. 7:30am) and yes wearing LuLu Lemon (friend hand-me down, mind you)
Took the bus downtown
Got Starbucks
Watched the Gay Pride Parade
...Got Starbucks
Found our vegan friend who was volunteering for Oxfam (for the parade)
Went to a trendy Asian restaurant
Bought Keds off Robson st.
Sadly, before I could do a hike at Deep Cove or go for a jog around the Seawall, the last trainbus was about to depart and so my day in Vancouver had to end with that. Once home, the magic had faded and there I was: back in the town I so desperately want to move away from. Yet a true Vancouverite is always staying positive and productive, and so I'm consciously making an effort to enjoy home-life and make the most out of it. My first real art purchase was a beautiful landscape photograph of Vancouver at twilight, with the city lights glowing in the transforming evening sky. This will stay on my wall in my bedroom until it becomes my view. I will live in you, one day, Vancouver. One day.
your a really good writer!
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