On "vacation" - we thought the Burrard Bridge in the background was cute.There are many reasons I love living in Vancouver. I could go on and on about them all. But I won't subject you all to that, especially those stuck living in places that seem utterly dreadful to my spoilt eyes and whom I can only assume long to live in a place such as this. I certainly don't want to offend any readers! I think anyone who knows me well knows that THE reason I left the wonderful City of Abbotsford, known for it's rasperberries, airshow, over-abundance of churches, and weekly gro-op busts (I know, it was such a difficult decision!) is the ocean. Living by the seashore. The ocean is such a powerful force, both calming and violent. Perhaps I am attracted to it's polarities. Small waves lapping on the shore can lull you sleep. A strong current can catch you and sweep you out to sea. The more time I spend near the ocean, the less likely I see myself living away from it. I need it near me.
And with the ocean, of course, comes the beach. And with the beach comes, well, vacation. Again, if you know me, you know I love the sun and I love being in the sun and laying at the beach is very high on my list of things I love to do. I accept every single drop of rain, miserable as it can be, for the days when the sun shines, the temperatures rise and my own neighbourhood begins to feel like a vacation spot. If we are lucky and the sun shines for months on end, well, I feel like I'm living on vacation. And that is how it was a couple weeks ago. Dave and I packed up our bag, walked half a block out the back door and found ourselves a place beach. 
And for an entire afternoon we played vacation. We could have been on a beach almost anywhere. 
I couldn't help but think, as I often do, "people pay to come here for a vacation, and I get to enjoy this any time I want!" We are so lucky. The entire afternoon could be captured as one of those moments where you can't help but think "it just doesn't get any better than this".
