post ppp

So the post-travel depression is real. I cried when the plane took off in London (was ½ the price to fly out of Gatwick so I trained there from Paris) and then shed a few more as we landed. It probably didn’t help that I was listening to the song of my trip, Never Be The Same - Camila Cabello, like I am aware I will probably tear up every time I listen to that now. The MEMS.

I walked through customs and the guy was going through my passport and was like “so you happy to be home?” I was like NOPE. At least Barney was very excited to see me. And my parents left his hair long so he would be cute when I saw him at the airport (it’s now cut and things are very awkward). 

I think I spent a full day crying on the couch. Like my life is kinda in shambles. But that’s normal after a long trip. Honestly I am excited for what’s next. WHATEVER that is. I just had my 29th bday, and on my 28th was the day I decided I was going to go on peace play pash. I was like “I could either sit at home being content and maybe a bit lonely this year, or I can make SURE 28 is a kick-ass year.” For me, self-induced happiness is best achieved through travelling. Enter ppp!! I’ve decided the same about my 29th year. Going to be a kick-ass one. :D

Just a couple things I noticed about being back in Vancouver. Despite my best efforts to resist, it IS SO BEAUTIFUL HERE. Of course the mountains and the fresh air and the cleanliness are all shining through, and it definitely helps that the weather is gorg. Coming home to a rainy Vancouver would have been a surefire contributor to my deep dark hole of post-travel depression. (Oh I just wanted to say that in case anyone is reading this and is comparing to my previous posts and wondering how I suddenly learned proper grammar and capitalization - I’m typing this on a laptop instead of my phone and it auto-corrects. As Dan said “I write how I talk” so that explains any abbrevs or colloquialisms in my posts.)

Okay so the things I noticed. I can wear my purse sitting behind my hip and not in front and clutching it with both hands, like I have been doing in other cities for the past 6 months.

One guy was walking towards me from like 3 metres away and was like “OH SORRY” as if he was going to run into me. Like hunny you weren’t even close. But “sorry” right back atcha.

I realized how many friends I have here who I am genuinely excited to see and vice versa. This has been awesome. <3

There was a marathon and EVERYONE was cheering EVERYONE on from the sidelines lol. The runners had name tags so the spectators were like “GO KAREN! GO DAVID! YOU CAN DO IT! JUST ONE MORE HILL!” … DO YOU THINK THAT WOULD EVER HAPPEN IN PARIS LOL??? They would be lucky if they got a round of applause. So Canadian.

Other than that I think I just noticed how everyone is living their perfect little lives here. Everyone is walking around Yaletown with their little French bulldogs and drinking their green juice. I remember when my biggest struggle in life was that I wanted to have a parking spot right at my office, instead of having to park 10 minutes away and then walk. It’s just a funny little life we live here in Vancouver. Just sayin’.

Okay that’s the gist of it for now. Bye friends!!