I decided to spend the weekend in Vancouver. Partly a trip to deal with Canadian bureaucracy, the other part an excuse to visit family, the trip turned out to be a lot better than I was expecting. Heading out Friday evening, I really didn’t feel like going, mostly because this was to be a solo trip and that meant that Edu and I would be apart for two whole days. It’s crazy to think that we survived a year apart from each other at one point, considering the dread that the prospect of a mere two days apart instilled in me.
Nonetheless, I was still looking forward to spending some quality time with my family, and so off to Vancouver I went. This visit was particularly poignant, since, in light of recent news, it might have actually been one of the last opportunities I’d have to fly back home and see my family for the weekend.