After three consecutive years of trying and failing to leave the city of Vancouver (to take a job in Yellowknife that didn’t work out, by dying of an undiagnosed bile duct condition which was discovered and cured by accident, by renting a paradise cottage in Penticton which was pulled out from under me at the last second), faithful readers might well ask, “So, what gives with that? How is it really so hard?”
Well, could you leave this easily?
Two words, people: No Filter.
Vancouver seems to be a very beautiful spot on the Earth. I’ve only travelled through it a couple of times but the setting is wonderful. In my experience it is very hard to break long term ties to a place. Moving is hard work.
But I foolishly keep trying. I’m gone in October, no matter what.
Well, to answer your question, I finally did something I never thought I’d ever do: I eventually left Vancouver. It was much easier than I ever could have imagined.
Yet here you are, back again!
It’s true: it’s like that old song lyric: absence makes the heart grow fungus.
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Living in Vancouver is second only to living in Gulf Islands (what a contrast), but you already know that, right?
Unfortunately, I have hardly ever been to the Gulf Islands, even though several of my friends live there.