Vancouver

I've figured it out!

Today is a really beautiful day. The mountains are snowcapped and in full glory which has brought me to this conclusion.

Living in Vancouver is much like an abusive relationship.

I'll explain.

Usually it rains, there are about thirty five different kinds of rain. There is pounding relentless rain, drizzle-y dirty rain, misty magical rain, wet ground damp air and so on. When you spend too much time deprived of the sun you start to feel like you're being abused. You turn more shades of pale than you ever thought possible and you you forget how to smile. Everyone gets grumpy and pretty soon the whole city has forgotten how to speak and they communicate in a series of grunts.

Then one day, one magical day, starts with something familiar. They call it the sun. It has an effect like that of a box of chocolates and a dozen long stem roses, you forget all of the miserable days behind you. Suddenly Vancouver is the most gorgeous place on earth and you don't ever want to leave.

xo
V