My apartment constantly smells like bacon, my hair is always misbehaving, I overcook the cauliflower and never bake anymore…I’m at home, in Vancouver, where rain coats, rubber boots and umbrellas are the flirty, flowery sundresses people are wearing at home in Oslo at the moment. My hair is telling a story about getting out of bed way to early to care, doing my hour of commuting out to Burnaby before starting work at 7am. It’s chilly, rainy and perfectly unglam here. Still, I am feeling the love. Not only from an incredible man (surpresa!), but from friends and neighbors and co-workers, sharing moments of stolen sunshine in my garden, eating gelato even on rainy afternoons and random late night visits for manhattans and last year’s brandied cherries.
I went to the opening party of Matchstick coffee on Saturday night, the warmest night of the year so far. Such a beautiful space and awesome people - which reminds me, my company is opening a new cafe too. I’m not much involved, sorta watching them all run around as if it was a movie, but of course, I am busy with my own things. It’s the time of year the harvest of my work is literally coming in, and I am happy it’s all good. Mostly very good. But back to the party - there’s not much need for air conditioning in Vancouver usually, but the meet and greet was a slippery face experience. Friends had beads of sweat in their mustaches, ladies’ makeup melted into gelato. I had boob sweat, sweet bread and four pimm’s cup before I called it the night and wandered home.
At my porch, watching the street and the summer-like night, I thought “this is my life right now. Tonight I liked it”. Better enjoy those moments, they don’t seem to come by often enough anymore.
