Wednesday, July 11, 2012

An Ode, of Sorts

   I have never lived in Vancouver.
   Not really.

   I lived in Hong Kong for 6 years.
   Delta for 2.
   Richmond for 17.
   London for under 1.
   Haines Junction for 2.


So when I was abroad (ha, abroad! How pretentious) or up north, and I would answer "Vancouver" to someone's query of "where are you from".... I was being a big, stinking liar.

Growing up in suburbia, I don't think I wanted for much. All my best friends lived bike rides away; we had water fights in pedestrian friendly neighborhoods; there were Mac's and Danny's for us to squander our pocket money over. My adolescence was not deprived of entertainment. I had no conception that the suburbs were drab or grey-- anything but: they were full of the hot pink of cream soda Screamers, the spring green of huge, grassy lawns to lay on.