Happy Plane-iversary!
It dawned on me the other day, over beers with my good friend, the soon to be wed, Keith-O, that I have lived at my current address for one calender year.
This is a monumental occasion for me, as I have not celebrated a year of steady living since leaving my parents’ home to go to college.
(Author’s note: Some may claim this not to be the case as I resided at Grant MacEwan’s Residence Building for one full year, however I occupied three different suites during that time, and spent the month of May back at my parents’.)
This got me thinking that a) it’s time for a change and b) I had one foot out the door for the last year so I haven’t cleaned or organized anything since the day I moved in.
I decided that today, all that would change. I started by pulling most of the furniture out of my room, rearranging it, cleaning, organizing, and purging myself of unnecessary items.
I came out with three bags of clothes I’ll never wear, and found a quilt I stole from my parents’ house before they sold it. 
This had always been one of my favorite pieces by my mom, so I’m glad I finally got to hang it up. As with the moving of furniture, the walls that I had decorated because I look at them more than the others have all reversed, so I needed a new something for the new behind-the-desk-wall. Here it hangs.
I also found, beneath my bed, a large collection of toques and mittens that I haven’t used the whole time I’ve lived in this mild climate. What I didn’t find, was a single piece of waterproof clothing, proving once again that I still haven’t fully committed to living in Vancouver. I’ve always seen my time here as temporary, a big waiting room on the way to something more.
However, as I sit here in my rearranged bedroom, viewing it as I never have before, my mind wanders to the life paths of my friends in this fair city. Keith, as I mentioned, is getting married and plans to build a life in Vancouver. My film school co-hort, Jenn, has found lucrative work in the film industry, and as a freelance online journalist. Martin, the co-author of this enlightening blog, has bid adieu to Vancouver in favor of the sandy beaches of England.
I am celebrating a year in this apartment, and in December, my third year in Vancouver.
I didn’t think I would make it this far, and now that I’m here, I haven’t a clue what to do.
Well Love, it sounds like another step in the long road of life. If you are hanging things on walls it is a sign of considering permanency, I am glad you hung the Rose Wreath, how about the Light house, is it hung up too?
I am sorting bookshelves. I want mom to go through the ones in the TV room and say to herself: Self, will we ever read this book again? or is it just kept for sentimental purposes? Next Monday she has a Dr. appointment in the city and we could bring a huge box of books to the 2nd hand store. That means we can get different ones! There was a sale in Saskatoon for the Symphony all week, I wanted to go on Wed. We didn’t go till Friday, by then I could only find one book a wanted. Frustrartion.