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Vancouver Island. Taken shortly after take-off from Vancouver Airport. One day I'll return to explore you... Vancouver itself is not close enough. I want to see the Pacific, trace the coastline, lose myself in an adventure. The yearning to go west resides in me like it did in the days of the Frontier. The pioneering spirit is not lost on me, but I do not go to seek wealth and stability but beauty, adventure, inspiration and maybe the unexpected. These are the things that dreams are made on.

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Gotta love this view. My hotel room on the 28th floor of the Blue Horizon hotel, Robson Street, Vancouver. We arrived just in time for the sun to come streaming through our windows and french windows! I've gotta say this was the most enchanting trip. Vancouver was in bloom and the weather was so fine. Every time I think about it I'm taken to a happy place. The sea air, the blue sky, the mountains, the ocean, the islands, the city. It's like a dream. I think I may have even dreamt of this view many years ago. It was like I'd been here before.

Up until this point I'd questioned the logic and reasoning behind returning to Canada, and whether I had been stealing these moments as though I'd forced my way back in spite of every sense telling me not to. And then Vancouver. It was as if God had slapped me in His usual loving way and pointed out that I was in fact *meant* to be here, that it was not all rashness and impulse and in fact He had lined up this little treat from the outset. Yes, this trip was sort of spontaneous but who could have planned such an amazing view, with such glorious weather? All this time I'd been running around trying to justify my existence over here, trying to give it some purpose, offering my services here, there and everywhere. This was good and made use of (and I still do make myself useful) but this trip sort of illustrated that I didn't need to strive so much - that moments of value and significance often happen on their own. They cannot be forced or even worked for. They just happen. God was smiling.