I have come to the sometimes inconvenient conclusion that I travel alot.
Way too much to be honest...
Its almost a uncontrollable disease.
I just realized that I have not lived in one location for 12 straight months since I moved out of my parents house at 17 years old after graduating high school, relocating to attend university out of province.
I would have 8 months in school, then come home for 4 months summer.
Repeat year after year.
And I haven't really stopped this cycle since.
However, out of the plethora of cities & countries I have lived in or traveled through, one city remains as a 'home base' in my heart:
(I live in the tall greenish building on Beach Ave)
This video really hit home capturing the feeling of coming back home after a long trip and remembering what a incredible city this is...
There is something incredibly grounding, and therapeutic of getting off the airplane at YVR, and driving over the Burrard bridge looking at the city of glass downtown core...
Right now I am writing this blog post in my apartment in South Korea, just one week before I fly to Tokyo Japan to experience and explore the biggest metropolitan city in the world, (also to visit my girlfriend)
After watching this video about Vancouver,
1/2 of me just wants fly back home to the only place I really consider my home...
While the other half of me wants to prolong my 'leave of absence' from what is rated one of the top 3 best cities in the world for as long as possible, and stay in Asia to explore this fascinating culture and web of amazing countries & cities for as long as possible...
I guess that's the illusion we humans constantly struggle with, the bitter sweet symphony that we always want what we don't have.
When I am lying in my bed at home, surrounded by the English Bay beaches looking out on the ocean facing the far east orient, all I want is to be on the other side of the vast pacific ocean...
And yet when I am now here in the middle of the orient, actually on 'the other side' of the pacific ocean in the midst of the flashing neon lights, busy streets and packed subways, all I want is to feel that soothing touch of home, to be back in my quiet & peaceful North American bedroom looking out at the beach away from the tasty dish of 'craziness' that Asia serves so well.
Just as Alanis Morissette sang, "Isn't it Ironic..."