|jacket, shoes & yellow necklace: Zara, tank: Daydreamer LA, shorts: findersKeepers, bracelets: DIY (similar via ASOS), Stella & Dot, other necklace & clutch: vintage|
This is one of the last posts I'll be doing from Vancouver, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss it already. I'm moving to New York on Monday night, as I begin my program at Columbia University's Graduate School of Journalism on August 1st. I'm excited, nervous, and mostly in need of an adult diaper because this move is scaring the shit out of me.
I feel like I should be more excited about it because many people dream of moving to New York City, and don't get me wrong: I am. And I am beyond excited about school; I can't wait to get started. But having spent a few months in New York last year, I have a renewed appreciation for the city I call home and the lifestyle we have here on the West Coast.
I love waking up and seeing both the water and the mountains, and can be on the beach, atop a ski hill (weather and seasons permitting), or in the middle of the downtown hustle, generally within 20 minutes from any location in the city. Although it rains more than I'd like, when it doesn't, it's the most beautiful place in the world. And I'll take rain over hurricanes, tornados, or (gasp!) snow, any day.
I love the fresh air we have here. I love that we value a healthy lifestyle here -- surviving on coffee and cigarettes on the West Coast doesn't make you any cooler, and neither does working 12-hour days without time to appreciate the other things in life. And I love the people here. There are always complaints about dating in Vancouver, and unfriendly people in Vancouver, but guess what? Dating is tough everywhere, and I firmly believe that anyone deems Vancouver unfriendly has not tried to enjoy a quiet coffee alone before.
Anyway, before this post asks for a tampon, I'll stop. I'll admit that I'm feeling a little down, because I'm going to miss this place and all the people in it. That being said, it's time for a new adventure! By reading this blog until now, you've all helped me discover my passion and have given me the courage to pursue it further. I hope you continue to join me on this journey.
PS. In fashion news, Happy Birthday Crocs! Has it been 10 years of terrible and situationally inappropriate footwear already?
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