Living in Vancouver is kinda like being in a unhealthy relationship. Especially if you are a cyclist.
You spend the dark rainy, cold, wet winter/fall cursing the city and wishing you lived in Australia or California where they are riding with their sun kissed faces all year. And just when you are ready to break up with your lover, Vancouver, spring comes.
And when spring comes, it's like the most romantic experience or relationship you have been lusting over, just walked up and smacked you in the face and said, "oh I'm sorry I'm late have you been waiting for me....".
And you look at this sexy beast, this blossoming, warm, blue sky, aromatic, saucy lover and say..."Oh darling, are you back, I barley noticed you were gone", totally forgetting like a Vulcan mind wipe, that you were about to dump his ass like a second ago.
The roller coaster of Vancouver life, of BC living.
I guess i just want to take a moment and remind myself as well as my brethren Vancouverites and stop and smell the blossoms and say, holy shit, I am madly, passionately, and uncontrollably in love with you again.
Liisa
