pictures from my past

Rain falls onto the balcony outside and the sky is a light shade of grey. I am home.

I arrived in Vancouver a few days ago and have been taking it in one breath at a time.

I'm spending time with my parents and trying to plan out the rest of my life. A rough plan, but one that gives me some kind of direction.

I have been going through old photographs and journals, trying to make sense of my past as I move into the future.

It feels good to be here. My thoughts are becoming slightly more coherent, and the moments with my parents are priceless. Even the rain, for once in my life, feels soothing.

The slow pace of the West Coast, and the abundance of love I have here, is rejuvenating me one day at a time.








And some photos from the past...