I know I'm not meant to be in Vancouver right now.
And that's a strange thing, to feel so completely at home somewhere but know it's not your season.
At the same time, it's quietly comforting.
To rattle God, shake His shoulders, ask Him,
So I'm here.
And I want, I need, to pay attention.
There are things for me in Toronto and I can't afford to believe there are better things elsewhere. Elsewhere will still be there in 1-2 years, but this time, this time right now, ah, it'll only pass over me once.