Part II

There are a lot of things I'm going to miss about Vancouver. I love the weekly poetry slams and the amazing environmentally supportive coffee shops that litter the city. I love the way Van embraces music and the arts. I love that everyone has a unique style here and that people aren't afraid to be weird or different. I love my friend and roommate. I love my new friends and I like my job. I love the way that everything is just a walk away and the way that most people in the city are really friendly. I love the way that people cram together in buses and come eye to eye with one another, instead of spending the trip to work in isolation in their cars. I love my apartment and my makeshift bed. I love walking through Granville Island and experiencing the beauty that only God can make.

I really like living in Vancouver.

But on a night like this, when I'm alone and I don't want to be. When all I can think about is having a glass of wine with my mom, or having an amazing conversation at cell, or looking forward to my christian family being there every sunday, or watching God's spirit move in my family, in ways that I never thought possible, when I think about these, everything else just seems unimportant. When I think about the way that Molly's face lights up when she sees me and Maysa screams my name and runs over to give me a hug, and the way that Modi always has something to share with me, I realize how much my heart aches to have those kids back in my life.

I know I said all of this before but tonight I needed to write it out again and remember that it's only a few short weeks until I get to hug my mom, and the kids, and tell the girls at church how much they mean to me, and stand next to my community in worship at church. Only a few short weeks until I get to put everything I've learned out here into action. I can't wait.