dream of you everyday.

I close my eyes, walk down to the ocean, and I become a part of it.

home

The sun is setting. Looking out the city and the ocean through the window... and writing in the darkness. The reflections of the sun on the glass buildings look very pretty. Vancouver can be such a charming city when the weather is clear and dry like this.

Today is the last day of my short vacation in Vancouver. It feels a bit strange. I don't remember what brought me to Vancouver this time... and I'm trying to remember. Is that because that I wanted to see the city I thought I was in love with? Is that some sort of hope that I can smell the fresh air again while I'm drowning. Or is that just some sort of escape from the reality that feels like a dream. I guess I don't even need an answer for that. It can be just another week. A week out of so many in my life.

I feel that I'm ready to say good-bye to the city. I will miss the ocean, parks, and the walk... but I feel that I'm done with the city. I feel some sense of closure here. Now I will have to look for another place where I can call home. It's funny as I travel more, I find it more difficult to fine a place I can fit in better... but I know I will never stop traveling... till I find home... and I'm thinking, will I ever find home again? I miss home that made me feel as a whole.