Oh. Hi there. How are you? I am well, thanks.
Sorry I haven’t written in a LONG time. I just have not the motivation, nor have anything profoundly interesting to say at present. Then, I realized most of what is posted on the internet is not significantly important or interesting, and I guess me just writing to write and hope that people read it is OK! So here is to some new blogging adventures. Shall we?
Two weekends ago, something pretty amazing happened. Well, many amazing things happened (ahem, we crashed a Sears Holiday Party at our hotel,) but one amazing thing in particular happened. Here is some background for ya…
Since I moved to Vancouver in 2006, I have refused to give into the fact that I live in a place that it rains…like, all the time. I grew up in Denver, Colorado and we are said to have more sunshine per year than Florida, the freaking sunshine STATE. So, imagine my shock upon moving to Vancouver when the Summer of ’06 ended and I did not see the sun for weeks on end.
My skin grew pale and my spirits grew sad. I was overwhelmed with how much I detested this weather. I do not think unless you have lived somewhere where the sun shines most times, you can truly understand how difficult this weather is to get over (I am still working on it, OK?) Pair that with the ever shrinking Summers, and well, the sun loving days of my Colorado youth being long behind me. Even the rainy grey days I spent in Milan seemed somehow more pleasant, less…less wet. (Well, anything in Italy feels more glamorous I think. Oh, also I bought a rain coat, rain boots, and an umbrella within the first month of living there…)
So I refused for years, almost 8, to buy any sort of rain gear. I have given into other Vancouver “trends,” I even worked at the lululemon offices for crying out loud. One day, while I was walking down the street in Aritiza pants, a lulu hoodie and jacket, ankle boots, a bag from David’s Tea, and a bag of gluten free nonsense from Whole Foods, I realized how “Vancouver” I had become. Yet I still would get soaked in the rain, refusing to buy a rain coat, an umbrella, or a pair of rain boots. (Idiot.)
So for me, making the leap to buy rain boots this past weekend meant more than me just adding another pair of shoes to my closet. It meant that I, in a small way, have accepted the rain as a part of my life. For me, that is kind of a big thing. My Auntie Greg told me that moving to a new place that I was completely unfamiliar would take me about 5 years to adjust. For once in her life, she was wrong (hehe) as it took me 7 years to even buy freaking rain boots! Ha. My journey as a Vancouverite is still a major work in progress. Will I ever accept my fate, and give into an umbrella? Will a raincoat ever grace my hall closet? Maybe, maybe not.
You will just have to stick around to find out.
Till next time!