Earlier this week I had a dear friend ask me if I was depressed.
Word around town was of concern, and surprisingly informed by the tone of my blog posts this month, of which I think there are a grand total of two.
I laughed and immediately realized that I’d made a lot of the idea that I don’t have friends in Vancouver, which is both untrue and a sentiment that I now realize is hard to address flippantly, especially when you have people who actually use your blog to try and get some insight into what the hell your life is like on the other side of the continent.
Not at all, actually.
It was almost funny and jolting to have that be one of the reasons he’d hoped to connect on Skype because I’d literally been walking home from work and thinking about how many amazing people I’ve met in this city, and how the way they are amazing is in the way some people go well beyond themselves to make others feel welcome. The way people have the capacity to see beyond themselves and notice you.
People surprise you, and if you stop for a second you’ll realize it happens often.
Vancouver is gorgeous right now, like an island paradise that’s unaware of anything but a state of perfectness. Warm, breezy air, clear turquoise skies draped over ragged mountains rising up in the glory of nature’s prowess.
You can see the world in a square mile here, between the water and the sky.
I’m not depressed, and in fact I’m quite happy, and I’m overcome with an ambition…an urgency…and if I had a wish it would be that the inertia subside a bit and let me sit in the sun and compose my thoughts more regularly.
Things are good. Things kind of kick ass, honestly.
How about you?
That’s not a rhetorical question.