Monday, November 16, 2015
This photo is the back of my house. Daycare colors, right?
Vancouver was grand. Yes, it rained and we didn't care. We laughed a lot. We ate sushi and Malaysian food. We went to the movies. We went to the market on Granville Island where the chocolates and bakeries were food porn. Towering stacks of strawberries. Local cheeses. Reminded me of the markets in Paris.
We were on the 10th floor of a high rise overlooking Stanley Park. And on Sunday there was a dusting of snow on the mountains. We had an amazing view of the park and the ocean and Whistler.
I didn't want to come back. At all.
I have an actual living room with painted walls and a rug on the floor and a couch.
It feels weird to be living in the living room. After the cave bedroom where I was for a year. Houston asked about curtains in the new bedroom and I don't want to put any in there because I want light. Born in February, I'm a natural melancholic.
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It's gorgeous.
It looks lovely. And your weekend sounds lovely, too. You know -- I 've been living basically in my kitchen and bedroom for over a year. My husband is moving out this weekend, and I shall have to move into the rest of the house. It's weird. I'm not sure I can. You've inspired me, though.
These are aaaaaahhhh colours. Gorgeous. Strawberries and snow dusting. Wow.
My husband and I planned a honeymoon in Vancouver... but life had other ideas, and instead we stayed home and planned my mother's funeral.
I don't know that I'll ever get to go, now, but it's lovely to think of you having a romantic getaway there now. Gives me hope for 'one day'.
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