And it’s such a great feeling to be together again with the ones you love. It was a great experience being away from home, but nothing compares with being with family close by.
How to move back to vancouver
How I did it: I dumped my loser boyfriend. I quit my job. Crashed on my friends couch for a while. Started working on film sets.. Now I've been here for too long. And completely sick of place.. Now where to next.. figuring that out is my next goal
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Two more months before I head for home. In the meantime, I am trying to cherish each day I have here in Kelowna.
So I have decided to move back home to Vancouver (Okay, Surrey to be more specific). It was a tough decision but I think it’s for the better and makes a whole lot of sense since Ian is there and I am not that happy here. I mean I like my new-found independence and the job that I currently have, but at the end of the day the most important thing for me is my Ian, my family, my sanity and my joy. Kelowna is a beautiful place, but sadly I don’t appreciate it that much since I am apart from the people I love. Perhaps one day, when another professional opportunity like this pops up in another city like Vancouver, maybe Ian and I will go and pursue it. But for now our hearts lie at home in our beloved Vancouver.
I loved the fireworks on Halloween there. Someone set off one lousy bottle rocket near our place on Halloween and it made me think of that. The Halloween street party thingie on Commercial St wasn’t bad either—wish I saw some fire-eating peeps on stilts this year. Sigh.
yeah. daytona beach, FL sucks. It’s too hot for me, no one shares my love of hockey, the arts in general, and its a dead place. I want to be able to wake up and take the skytrain downtown to metrotown, the theatre, or shopping on granville. I want to be driving home and look at the beautiful sunset and mountains and thank God for the beauty he’s allowed me to witness. I want to go to Kits Beach and laugh when the “volleyball” players fall. I want to be with my friends…2 months to go. then 3 more semesters in this hellhole.



