I went back to Vancouver to attend a couple of weddings of my close friends. Going back to Vancouver has been a challenge, but a good one.
Being back in Vancouver brought back memories, but you only have to deal with the painful ones a few times then doesn’t hurt so much any more. You grieve the loss of the relationship in its original environment, accept it, then you make new memories.
What better new memories than to watch my dear friends go through one of the biggest milestones in their lives? I had the chance to get ready for their big day, and teared up as they teared up during their vows.
It was bittersweet, to return home only to leave again. I was happy to come back to Sydney though, surely that’s a sign. The beach was calling out to me.