Okay, so my last post was a bit doom ang gloom. Sorry about that.

Things have cheered up a bit, but not much has changed. Vancouver still doesn't feel like home, but now I realize that I really needed to feel this, to really feel displaced, so that I can move on. Now, more than ever, I am ready to move away, well... at the end of summer.

I'm reconnecting with people and I've been spending time with my family... it's good! I'm so glad that I am here and I have this time.

I wish I had some adventures to share, but nothing is really happening right now. I'm still looking for work, and my first camping trip isn't until next weekend.

Adventures will come, I swear!

Home again, home again, dancing a jig

So I'm home.

Only, it doesn't feel like home.

I'm wondering why I'm back.

I know why I decided to move home for the summer. I wanted to assuage any guilt I felt at moving overseas. I've only managed to make myself feel nostalgic, and displaced.

Everything is just a memory of home, but not home. My mum's house feels nothing like home. It's like I never lived here. Hell, it feels like the mum I know never lived here. That's an odd feeling.

Everywhere I go, everything is the same, and not. This is a world I inhabited a lifetime ago. It's all ghosts and memories. My future is not here.

I'm itching to get out of here. I don't know what I was thinking, spending the whole summer here. I never should have come back.