The unfortunate result of reading in Vancouver and seeing so many Vancouver writers in Calgary is that I want to go back... I miss the beach, I miss the old buildings, I miss the humidity, I miss the trees, the uneven sidewalks, the density, the little produce stores, the electric buses, the hills....
Of course when I'm in Vancouver, I miss the sky, the light, the smell of snow, the smell of Chinooks, some strange unnameable quality of Calgary that I can't quite put my finger on...
I will never be content.
Merely form ill fitting into form...