I'm leaving again.
The times I've spent this past week have made me more anxious. I felt rather peaceful about moving when I made the decision 4 weeks or so ago, but all of these good times definitely makes it tougher. Most of these encounters and appreciations never would have happened if I weren't leaving though.
I've been taking pictures of my last week in Vancouver, some posted on my fb and some remain for my own private lurking and reminiscing, and scrolling through them sends bolts of lightning warmth to my heart.
It's sad that it takes something like this to trigger the fullout to-the-core love, fun and sentimental demonstrations. Instability shakes things up and sends this sense of urgency. I love love, I love fun, and I love sentiments. As much as my mom wants me to remain stable, I'm attracted to these life shake-ups to provoke these amazing experiences.
I realize my family wonders why I can't just manage to stay in one place for long. So long as I can afford to, with no children to be responsible for, there isn't actually anything wrong with jumping around. It's a lifestyle that rather appeals to me, for now. Maybe I'll grow out of it. Who knows what I'll want at any given time in the future. Nobody can predict that for themselves.
I'm in a really fantaba-fricken-licious mood tonight.
It's not goodbye.
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