The Dream

It is super hard not to get excited about the prospect of moving back to Vancouver.

Every evening I apply for jobs in Vancouver and then Drew and I look at apartments in the city. I have this vision of living in a beautiful very old building in a nice small Studio apartment. It has a couple nice big windows, shiny hard wood floor, and all the time period features. Like an old tub, crown molding, beautiful retro kitchen.

Our little studio will be bright. We will paint the walls yellow and have sheer drapes over the windows. It will be light and airy when you walk in the front door. And you will know that you are home.

It will be so nice to be around so many people and to be faceless. My therapist said that she thinks that We love the idea of being faceless. Not knowing anyone and having to run into people that we know. I think that I agree with her. Maybe growing up in a small town where rumors surround you all the time has put me off of the small town life, for the time being.

I do know that I love going back to my roots. I do love small towns, they are charming! And I do know that I would like to live in a small town again. But not at this time. Maybe when we get into our late 30's early 40's. I still have a lot of schooling to do. Drew does too. So to be in a city with loads of Universities, colleges and private schools is most feasible for us.

But we can't shake the image of this beautiful Studio Apartment that we both dream about. It will be small and quaint. And it will make us get rid of all the shit we have accumulated.