Has it really been a year? A YEAR since I moved out to Vancouver!
Yes, it has. It seems like yesterday I was driving out here with P3 and here I am a year later and none the wiser.
No that isn't true. I have learned a lot this past year. Learned to stand on my own two feet, with no one around but my thoughts and fears and all that ick stuff.
While I still think Vancouver is bullshit, I am starting to form a bit of a life out here. It is nice and it is weird, all at the same time. This isn't my home, but it is where I live.
My life here, while fulfilling, is fairly uneventful. I cannot compare it to New York, because, well, that was a fantasy life, full of fun and excitement and new adventures and boys. But here, I am doing things I have never done, falling in love with things that I never expected and finding out how to be me in this wretched city.
It's starting to rain again. Here we go again. Let the suicide attempts start.