close the door behind you
My stay in Vancouver has been quick and overwhelming. A day didn't pass by without several planned engagements. I saw who I could, attented my cousin's week-long wedding, made feasts, organized parties, helped cater for 85 people at the home of a famous Vancouver writer, ate some good sushi and squeezed in a few days at the beach.
I haven't had the energy to write, my mind so jumbled with thoughts that my hand has refused to pick up a pen and paper.
August is a transition time, and I'm at a transition age. A couple of months and I'll be 20.
I've been thinking a lot about happiness, careers, stamina, control, family and education.
I've been feeling like life is a test. Can you indulge without falling into gluttony? Feel beautiful without becoming vain? Drink without getting drunk? Be strong when your heart is week? Become prosperous without becoming greedy?
I'm slowly learning what I'm capable of and what I want. Most of the answers will unfold themselves through time.
In a few hours I leave for the airport. A different city and lifestyle await me.
And so I'll leave the Pacific ocean once more, en route to making something of myself.