Wednesdays.

Wednesdays are quickly becoming my favourite day of the week. My day off from school is positioned perfectly in the middle of the week allowing for a short break and a rejuvenation of spirits. Here are some pictures of a Wednesday at Colony Farms in Port Coquitlam. I’m blessed that at the end of September, I am still able to witness the azure of the midday skies and the golden yellows of the fields.

Yours,

P. xo. 

A World Inside a World Inside a Wilderness

 Buntzen Lake

 Remaining grapes, blueberries and guava. 

Powerhouse Rd.

One of the nice things about hiking trails is that there's a carved out walkway allowing for foot soldiers to get where they want to be. Within the foliage, the multiplicities of colours and the refinements of the earth, I walk along a predetermined path. Finding your own way is not always as endearing and adventurous as it sounds. Life would be a little easier if trees always directed me where I needed to go; And when I want to just plant my feet into the soil, it would help if my life was paved with trails that told me to keep on going. A few, but very significant, decisions need to be made in the near future, and they are pulling me in all sorts of directions. Please understand that I'm the worst decision maker in the world. 

Yours,

P. xo.

Staycation

Yaletown 

It's not so hard to love Vancouver when it looks like this. I clung onto the last few days of sunshine before the mainland was dealt with grey skies and rain water; a forecast that is unexpected to change for the next nine months. My mission for the remainder of this year: act like a tourist in my own home province; widen my eyes to the areas in and around Vancouver. I have made a whole list of sights and activities I want to do but most of it is weather permitting. Unfortunately, this is the ultimate hitch of living in beautiful British Columbia.

Yours,

P. xo.

Reuniting and Restoring

These images are from my final weekend in Montreal

As I feared, life has been busy trying to complete school assignments, catch up with friends, unpack suitcases and the frenzy that comes with trying to bring order to chaos after a return. However, I have been so very happy reuniting with friends and restoring my love for BC.

I've noticed that some things have changed; there are more plants in some areas, less forests in others, and a new Tim Hortons. However, for the most part, everything seems to have been left stagnant. There is so much familiarity with people and my surroundings that it almost feels like I never really left. But then there will be moments that take me back to a year spent elsewhere - such as when a song by Foster the People plays on the radio, and memories of dance and merriment from Ontario fill my head. I consider myself lucky that I have so many memories to remember and so many people and sites to return to.

Yours,

P. xo.

Not enough wingspread but plenty of intention

How I first felt about Toronto

Our trips

 Our concerts

Our jokes

 Our town

 Our workouts

Our Jam Sessions

 Our desserts

 Our picnics in the park

Our marks

Our aimless wandering that leads us to treasures 

I will keep my wandering heart open and follow it without fear.
I will keep my life unscripted and without standardization.
I will keep on constantly exploring and learning.
I will miss you all.

I want to start off this post by acknowledging the many wonderful people in Ontario who have enlightened, humbled, and fascinated me. Thank you to everyone I have met in Ontario for their kindness, jokes, imaginations, and the days never wasted. It is with sadness to leave such a beautiful place, but I will always talk candidly of this 8-month long journey.

Making the decision to move to Waterloo was part opportunity and part escape. I saw a job position, applied and within less than two months I was moving 2,000 miles away just so I could have an 'experience'. This experience did not change my life. I will not be returning as a newly liberated person. I now simply give a shit about things I never used to care about, and have stopped giving a shit about things that I once did. All my answers and resolutions were not magically answered just by changing my locale. In fact, what I have learnt is that my happiness has very little to do with external events or my current location. It has to do with how I perceive my situation and my contentment with what I have. It is the relationships that I have with myself and others that is important, not the brick and mortar of a town. It was never the suburban small town, my friends, nor my family who stifled me. It was my own fear of moving forward. By returning to my hometown, I will get a chance to see what time has solved and whatever it hasn’t, I’m just going to have to solve myself. 

I went on a search with illuminated eyes and while I have been discovering, my journey is not complete. Part of my journey is returning home and finding that what I went on a search for, was actually there at home all along. Time and space was what was needed to come to this realization. As long as I believe that there are places and thoughts to be explored, my journey will never be complete. My journey may branch off to places and people beyond my imagination but the journey will end right where I started off from. I'm coming home.

Yours,

P. xo.

“earthbound but aspiring, a lumbering soul but trying to fly, with not enough wingspread but plenty of intention.”- John Steinback