Blog

I Went Back West

It's five in the morning in Vancouver. While most of my neighbours are up watching the hockey game I woke up at four in the morning for no reason at all.  My insomniac ways are still sticking to me like the East Coast snow.

I left the icy streets of Toronto and flew West.  I didn't expect to be back in my home city so soon.  I might have been avoiding it.  When you go to places that hold all your memories it's a test of how far you've come.

But I see now that I've come a long way.  I feel good and I'm blown away by the beauty of this city.  I can't take eyes off of the mountains and the ocean.  I forgot how good the water smells and the nostalgia it holds.  Every sight and smell is like a warm hand on my forehead.  I could be good here.

I can see myself here for a while before the restlessness kicks in.  Before I crave waking up at four in the morning in another city.  For now I'm going to get drunk on the memories and work on making some new ones.

133a2da8998111e3ba1212c564fc8c48_8

 

“I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life. And I am horribly limited.”

― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

 

...and hey, congrats on the win this morning Canada