Robson

09 Oct 2007

If Twilight was looking out across Vancouver's Westend and beyond to English Bay this is kinda the other direction, but since there weren't as many pretty lights on the North Shore mountains I panned down to the street below, Robson Street.

I can't forget how out of touch I felt when we finally got to Vancouver - my mind honestly reeled from all the familiar sights and sounds. I wanted to feel at home but as is always the way when you go back, I instead felt disconnected and foreign. Course, it didn't help that nostalgia had glossed over the ramshackle edges. Not that it was all bad, it wasn't. Just interesting to experience.

And don't even ask me about going back to Dublin. That was even more fuckin weird.

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