on moving.

last night was the last monday night spent in my little apartment. tonight the last tuesday. she was special this one. i enjoyed my time in her. the cozy westend... many people think that the westend lacks neighbourhood... but that's cause they've never lived there. in one month two babies were born on my floor... one in a home made birthing pool.. the other i gave grannie knit sweater's to. the dog park on my street... where i got to know all the dogs by name waaaaay before i knew their owners... i always felt a little weird frequenting the dog park dogless... so i would do so under the premise that i'd just stumbled into the park to do some writing under a tree... and eventually some kind person would invite me to 'the hill' which is where a certain core group of dog park frequenters would hang out after work having a beer or a smoke or a what have you... there's the farmers market every saturday... where i would get my fruit and vegetables for the week and my morning muffin from 'cookies by john'... john you will be missed. my landlord's ancient cat kizzy with the loudest meow i have ever heard... you will be missed. sophie... the british bulldog who rests her heavy head in the palm of your hands... you will be missed. tessie... little black loyal loving dog... you will be missed. the multitude of fabulous boy neighbours... you will be missed. kadoya... the bestest ever sushi... you will be missed, missed, missed...

now. i'm not moving to 'the drive' for any other reason than the opportunity at hand.. in fact i've never even really wanted to live on the east side of vancouver, i would be perfectly happy living in the westend 'forever'... but when opportunities strike that feel right... we must take them in fear of remaining stagnant. so. off i go.. to another neighbourhood that many claim to be 'the only place to live if your a vancouver dyke'. well. my expectations are high. they include a warm welcome, a sense of community.... ummm... let me re phrase that.. i have no doubt that there is a great sense of community... but is it an all welcoming/non-judgemental one??, i expect eye contact and smiles while walking down the street, 'hello' or 'how's it going?' when i enter one of the many talked about and popular establishments... in short i expect all the same neighbourly things that i have been granted living in the westend. i'll keep you posted.



from one neighbourhood to the next.




tuesday.