On Vacation...at Home

Today I felt like I was in a southern town somewhere.  Could have been San Diego, Antibes, Cascais.  The sun was out, the heat was on (27 degrees), the bugs were out, the blooms were open, the smells of food were drifting, the festivals were on.  People were out walking, roller-blading, jogging, cycling.  The water park was open, the kids there were laughing.  Parents had smiles on.  We had forgotten the freaking miserable fall/winter/spring we had had in Vancouver.  

Vancouver is a beautiful city.  And on sunny, warm days it is the best.  Granville Island, the seawall, the sail and motor boats, the people.  It feels like a vacation resort.  When I am on Granville Island or at Spanish Banks or Stanley park or or or or I feel lucky to live here.  It is a beautiful city, in a great country.  No wonder 30000 people are moving here every year.  No wonder we are at 2.2 million people now.  No wonder that the average house in Vancouver is $750000.  No wonder condos are going for $2300 a square foot in the city.

In the top three cities of the world by most accounts.  People are coming here.  People aspire to be here.  People vacation here.  We live here.  WE are lucky.  

When we first moved here close to sixteen years I felt like I was on vacation in the city I lived in.  I still do.  Pretty cool.  It just feels good.

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