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03 November 2010 @ 11:48 am
There's just that feeling I get when I'm in an airport, especially when I can look at the departures board, point to it and say "I'm going there today." You might think that I'm going somewhere tropical, or somewhere that begins with a 14 hour plane flight. But in fact, my flight is only about an hour and a half, not even leaving the country.

I'm going to Vancouver. Home of the 2010 Olympic Winter Games and the largest concentration of immigrants in Canada. Its known for its beaches and temperate climate, even able to grow palm trees throughout the city. Even one of the world's largest urban parks is here, Stanley Park.

Its late October and Vancouver is well into its "winter weather." Now, winter here is much different than any other place in Canada. Instead of snowing in the city, it just drizzles for about four months. This sounds horrible, but believe me, its not. When you first walk out into the street, you'll probably hear the noise of traffic sloshing through water and the rapid tapping as big west-coast raindrops bounce off your umbrella. Its fantastic. I know everyone says they love the rain, but Vancouver rain is so different to me. Usually when it rains in the prairies, there is an 80 kilometer an hour wind accompanying it, effectively turning an umbrella into a mangled mass of aluminum and shredded vinyl. But not here. There will be a light breeze, blowing fresh-smelling Pacific air into your face, but its almost never a battle. You also don't really get a chance to purposefully walk in the rain in the prairies. What I mean is, that you don't walk anywhere when you live in a place like Calgary.

You do a lot of walking in this city. If you want to actually see the city, that is. The road systems in Vancouver are confusing, not anything like the structured little grid systems we have in Alberta. Parking is horrible, and owning a car in general here is just a pain. So walk the city. Walk the seawall, down Robson and Burrard. See the nightlife on Davie and West Cordova. There are so many little shops and unique restaurants you'll never see from a car.

I always find myself just standing there, looking out at the ocean and the skyline, sighing deeply is second nature while I'm gawking at the beauty. In the back of my mind, though, I know I have to go home soon which depresses me so much. I try not to let it ruin my time, and the city helps me with that, but I can't wait for the day I can be here; I want it in the worst possible way.

To just be able to pick up and move is a big dream of mine. I see other people do it all the time and I always wonder, "why can't I just suck it up and do it too?"

It would be expensive, I know that. And I'd have to sell my car. I realize everything I have to do to get there. But why haven't I?

Do I secretly love Lethbridge? God, I hope not.

I keep telling myself "soon, Ryan, you'll be there." But when's soon? I feel like I'm a small child asking my adult self "are we there yet?"

Anyways, if you haven't.... Visit Vancouver, VanCity, Hong-Couver, whatever you want to call it.

You'll fall in love, I guarantee it... And maybe one day you'll call it "home."

Oh yeah... here's some pictures.....

October 31st surfer on Third Beach.

Lion's Gate Bridge; connecting West Van to Downtown

West Van from Third Beach

Downtown West End, looking west at English Bay.
Current Location: Canada, Lethbridge
Current Mood: contemplativecontemplative