For a while I liked the weather that Victoria had to offer. Mild temperatures all the time, with some rain. When you tell people that you’re moving out West they say two things to you;
- It is so beautiful out there
- It rains a lot
In regards to number one – yeah, it is pretty. But the view of a mountain can only be majestic for so long – at least for me. In regards to number two – yeah, it rains. But it never rains hard, it’s always misty, or light showers. On the days that there are light showers people are always like “it’s raining so hard!” …it’s really not.
It’s never frikkin freezing.
It’s never boiling hot.
It never rains so hard that you get soaking wet as soon as you step outside.
The sun never shines so brightly that it makes you sweat just walking in it.
It’s like I’m sitting here, waiting for something to get real. Waiting for something to get unbearable – and the only thing I’m finding unbearable is the fact that nothing is ever unbearable. Nothing is ever extreme. Even the hippies have their own consumer culture out here. “Traffic jams” are, at its worst points, like Erin Mills at Christmas time. I once read an article were a homeless person said “it’s really not bad being homeless in Victoria”. Nothing is ever wrong here. Ever.
Once you live in an area where there are mountains around and forests here and there you don’t appreciate it nearly as much as you should. One of the things I always complain about here are the pubs. I have yet to find a dirty, grubby pub. You know why? Because there aren’t any. You can’t get a disgusting beer. People don’t throw peanut shells on the floor.
I know that when I go back to Toronto I’m going to bitch and complain about things. I won’t like that I’m going to the “same parties” (but I can change that easy enough) and I won’t like being in congestion. But you know what – I’ll like that I can go to grubbed out pub, and that my apartment will probably be kind of crappy, and that in the summer it’ll be hard to breath because it will be so humid, and that in the winter it will freeze my freaking nose off, and right when I least expect it a giant thunderstorm will erupt pouring down rain for 20 minutes. But really – I miss these things. I miss extremes. Victoria is so moderate.
I am so incredibly happy that I’m going home. (But I will miss you Ashley [and others!]) You know – it’s really interesting that the two things I really got connected with here, Ashley and radio, are things that are from Ontario. Ashley is from Guelph. There is just something so Ontario about her. Maybe it’s that she always has to fight something… she’s always got a passionate mindset about something – usually the environment – and although she can be pretty hypocritical about it (i know you’re reading – and i know you agree because you call yourself a hypocrite all the time! we all are.) she still lives for it. And has this mind set that no matter how hard it gets, she’s still going to fight and cry until the very end of the earth. (She blogs now. What I like about her blog is that she’s just starting, and she writes when she needs to rant… so she often ends up with interesting material.) And radio – it’s just better in Toronto, come on now – what radio station out here compare to Edge 102? None I tell you, none. Maybe I would have done better in Vancouver, I don’t know, but I’m not really up to finding out right now.
I tricked myself into thinking that I’m a west coast person – but I’m really not. Big cities. Struggles. Rants. …That’s where it’s at for me. I have a feeling that that will keep me moving quite a bit – but that’s okay. At least things will always be interesting, maybe Samie will write a book about me one day.
ps – the guy who lives above me shit in my toilet tonight and made it over flow… gross.
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