Vancouver

I spent last weekend in Vancouver, visiting family and attending my grandfather's funeral, as I mentioned.

Now, I grew up in Vancouver, just a few blocks from where my uncle lives (we stayed at his house), in a house that recently sold for $1,288,000. More than twice what it sold for nine and a half years ago. (If you were wondering, yes, my uncle makes a good amount of money to be able to afford a house in that area of Vancouver. I did some data entry for him over the weekend (my mom's his accountant), and he makes $90 an hour, $135 overtime, and he was working 18 hour days. Not kidding. EIGHTEEN HOUR DAYS. He sent a bill to a company that amounted to (in days) about three weeks of work and it was more than I make in a year. For one company, and he works for dozens. YUP.)

Anyway! It's been a while since I've been there, and it reminded me of exactly what I miss about it.

Everything I could ever think to want being within walking distance. A short walking distance.

And the food! Victoria, in theory, has more restaurants per capita than Vancouver, but a lot of them are downtown, or flash-in-the-pans. In Vancouver, especially Kitsilano, the area I lived in, there are restaurants everywhere, of any sort of food you might want. You want super cheap, super fresh sushi? Done. Italian? Indian? African? Chinese? Eastern European? DONE. Five minutes away.

We went for ramen, real, not-from-a-package ramen at this one place downtown, and oh, my god. It was so good. I mean, I love the packaged ramen, but this was miles above it in terms of taste and deliciousness and mmmm I want to eat there again.

I love food. I love cooking, I love eating, all of that. But here, if I want to eat at a restaurant, I have to go downtown. Not close. It makes me sad and super nostalgic for home.

Yeah, I've lived in Victoria for almost ten years now, but Vancouver still feels like home.

OH MY GOD I AM SO OLD NOW. Ten years since I graduated high school in June. D: