Did you ever stop to think, and forget to start again?

It's been another long dry spell here I see. Posting has been light since the Big Move, so I think a brief recap is in order.

Some time ago, the missus and I started kicking around the idea of getting the hell out of Edmonton. She always hated it there and I had started to sour on the place as it became more apparent that the flood of oil money was not exactly doing wonders for the quality of life. Also, I had recently turned 30 and figured if ever there was a time to escape the 50-kilometre radius in which I had spent my entire existence, it was now. She wanted to go back to school, and I just wanted a change of scenery. We wanted a large, cosmopolitan city, (which ruled out Calgary *spits), and so, after considering our options (which were, due to my status as a unilingual Anglophone, pretty much limited to Toronto and Vancouver), we decided to try our luck on Canada’s west coast. Of course, picking up one’s life and moving is never simple. Most of my family and friends are in Edmonton, and I had a cushy government job that paid me a bundle and placed few demands on me beyond showing up on time and relatively sober. But, as the saying goes, fortune favours the bold, and so I chucked the job that was slowly grinding me down, said goodbye to the grey lady on the North Saskatchewan and set out for (literally) greener pastures.

And it’s been great. We managed to quickly find a pretty nice little place in a cute neighbourhood for a decent rent (though it came to light later that our landlords, who live directly below us, are of a rare species of nocturnal troll that subsist solely on cigarettes smoked between the hours of 10 p.m. and 2 a.m.). The missus was accepted into school and managed to find a job to help defray the cost of a liberal arts education. And I scored a communications gig at a large not-for-profit that pays me better than my old cushy government job. Except here I actually do work, which turns out to be far more rewarding than surfing the internet for seven hours a day.



We’re getting to know our neighbourhood (no easy task given the fact it’s currently being torn apart by the construction of Vancouver’s new rapid rail transit line; see above) and other parts of the city (hopefully I’ll get around to posting about our favorite spots soon).

We bought a very decent couch. We’ve been going to lots of gigs.



In short, we’re settling in and rather enjoying the process.

So there’s your backstory.

What’s next? Not sure. I do know that, between the demands on my time by my job and social life (such as it is) and competition from Facebook and Flickr, this blog probably won’t get all that much attention. But I’ll try to keep the snark coming while also using this space for some of my favorite photos. Here's one now, from a recent saunter down by the waterfront at Coal Harbour:



Later.