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Realising the American Dream

I have been in the US& A almost 4 months now. I live by myself in the District of Columbia and work in the district as well. I have a content life.

But then I went home to Vancouver. Ever since then, I have been stuck. In a dilemma. Why? Well, because I want to go back to Vancouver. Why? The week I spent in Vancouver gave me perspective on what mattered in life to me. I got to say maybe it was fear, maybe it was the lack of rain in DC but I want to return to Vancouver.

Things that matter to me are in Vancouver. My family lives there, my dog lives there, my friends live there. Its more than that though; I love the city, I love the people, I love the food there. I had sushi in DC and was blown away by how crappy it was.

DC does have better weather; far more hours of sunshine than Vancouver. I do miss the rain though. I miss my garden, I miss my plants, I miss the trees and lakes, the bars and drunks, the girls in the short clothes.

I flipped through pictures from the past and saw so many things I miss from Vancouver and BC. There isn't anything like that in DC for me. I am sure its a nice place for those who call this home but without mountains, ocean and recycling... plus no family and friends, I don't think I will stick around here too long. I did meet a couple of recruiters and good friends have promised me good leads for jobs in Vancouver; hopefully, something will pan out and I will move back home happy and employed.

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