jumbled thoughts

I've been avoiding to blog about Vancouver because I can't properly put the trip into words. This will only sound corny but right when we drove past the border and saw the red and white flag, I felt at home. I loved being able to recognize what used to be so familiar to me. I did my once-everyday routine. I bussed. I walked to places. I ate Tim Horton's blueberry bagel with cream cheese. I even bumped into my old volunteer coordinator at richmond centre. I went to Garry Point. I walked along the dyke and past my house, except it's another family's residence now. I smiled when I saw that they kept our old door wreath. I deliberately didn't put on sunscreen for once. The weather couldn't be more perfect; sunny with a refreshing breeze. Once, I stopped in my conversations and silently wished that this day would never end. But too fast, I was saying goodbye again. Except it was easier this time. I'd still choose Richmond to here in a heartbeat but I know that my life is in Walnut now. The answer to my last post? Yes, this trip was worthwhile and I'm so so thankful to have seen my friends in such a short time. I will go back to Steveston eventually cus that is where my heart is.