It has now been six years since I left Vancouver. I left for Los Angeles, in my loaded-down Saturn, on May 24th, 2004. I came down here chasing a career – I didn’t realize at the time I’d get a husband into the bargain (Paul came here in 1998 for grad school.) Moving to L.A. that year has turned out to be, hands-down, one of the smartest decisions I ever made in my life. I’ve made good decisions, and I’ve made lucky decisions, and my move to L.A. turned out to have elements of both.
But there are still times, and there will always be times, when I dream of Vancouver, or Victoria, and wish I could go home. A particularly haunting piece of music, a quality of light, the way spring smells after rain, even here in L.A….all things that cause a little twinge in my heart.
I’m going home to BC in a few days. I have a week of vacation there, including a quick trip to Vancouver to see Cool Aunt Naf (and some of the rest of my old friends), and to see Sharolyn and her babies, and to visit my mainland relatives. And the rest of the time, I will spend in Victoria visiting my mom and my sister and my brother-in-law. And, of course, I will be able to be with my son during all of his waking hours.
As for Ben? Ben will love the BC Ferry. Ben will love the beach in Oak Bay, and the seals at the marina. Ben will love everything about being in BC. He’s finally old enough to understand that he’s someplace different, and to recognize what’s going on around him when we visit. I can’t wait to take him to all the places I used to play growing up.
Now, I just have to get through the next couple days, and it’s vacation time for a whole week! (Business trip tomorrow & Thursday, work and packing Friday, flight Saturday). I’m so glad I have a week with my men, in my homeland, very soon.