Feels like home

Never before have I felt this obscene homecoming, this sense that a place belongs to me and that I belong to a place. Vancouver has always been bittersweet, home tarnished by something or someone. This time, its pure, so pure. I cannot describe how good it felt to see the city come into focus, touchdown, breathe and exhale. To get off the bus downtown and walk up the street to campus. The cute stylish boys and beautiful Montreal girls.

I can't wait to settle in, make a few calls, get my life back, its already half back, having a date tomorrow and a concert, birthdays and phone calls to return. Its going to be a trip and a half, and I can't fucking wait.