I woke up this morning, at about 11:30am (nothing like home for a solid 11 hours sleep). My first thought was, “did I sleep through the whole day? is it 4pm aleady?” The light outside is far darker than it is even during an overcast winter day in Los Angeles. I feel like I’m in ([nerd alert!]) Return of the King, when the light starts dimming as Sauron’s power increases.
This is probably just as well, because on the way over on the ferry last night, I was writing a (not for publication) entry about how I do still think about moving back to Vancouver. Quite often, actually. I know that if I did, my life there wouldn’t be much different than it was in 2004 when I left. In fact, it would probably be better, because I’d be moving back with everything I’ve learned in Los Angeles, and with a completely different perspective on Vancouver. And I’d probably have a job much better than Spotted Dog Media – if there’s an agency in Vancouver big enough to hire me.
But that was before I realized – it’s dark, and cold, and rainy here in winter, and I don’t think I’ve learned everything I can out in the Wider World yet, and that was why I left. Too much dark in winter, and not enough to do to keep my mind off of it.
Regardless, I’m still happy to be home. My faithful Golden Retriever is at my door, waiting for me to finish this entry and pet him. My mommy is making Thanksgiving dinner, because I missed Canadian Thanksgiving last month, and she didn’t want me to miss American Thanksgiving by being on the far side of the 49th. And it’s just good to be home with my parents. It’s also good to know that in two days, I’ll be back on the mainland – there’s talk of Fiction for martinis and yam fries on Saturday – because by then I’ll probably be Island’d out, but for now, despite the dark – it’s good to be home.