Being back in Vancouver is a bit spooky - which is apt, I suppose, seeing as it is October. It feels sort of vaguely familiar, but not really more so than that (granted, I only lived here for about ten months, about five years ago...)
I met up with Martha today - coffee at the 49th Parallel, lunch at Naam, a walk along the shore, past Kits Beach and Granville Island, over the bridge to Downtown and along Davie Street to the gay district where we went to the same sports bar that was the first place I went with Alan and Jenni all those years ago on that cold November day that we arrived in town.
So much has changed since then.
It was a very Vancouver day.