Back to Vancouver (for a week)

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For someone who loves traveling, I am awfully anxious every time before the trip. No matter whether I am planning a weekend at my friends’ summer house in two-hours; drive distance or a trip to Russia. (no, unfortunately I am not planning a trip to Russia at the moment). I am, however, planning less than a week in Vancouver, BC. And I am vacillating in between “it’s fine, I lived there, I am looking forward to seeing it again” and laying sleepless at night worrying about just everything.

Anyway, it is a day till my flight, nothing is packed yet, but I found ten Canadian dollars in coins and feel joy.

It’s been twenty years since my husband and I left Vancouver, and I’ve never yet been back there. It was the time when Buffy ended, but I haven’t yet acquired the invite for LJ, and was lurking enviously. The world was young, the future was bright and promising interesting things. I didn’t want to stay in Vancouver, but I was sorry to leave friends I made there. I was not 27 yet, now seems ridiculously young. I wasn’t happy (I missed living and working in Russia, and felt that my life would have had more meaning back there), I wasn’t sure about any step I was making, but I was so damn optimistic.