Vancouver has always been an enigma to me... it never feels like home but it is in fact, my home. It's always felt like a place to end up and but never a place to start anything. I guess it's why they call it Lotus Land. We eat of its fruit and enjoy its numbing effects; and slowly but surely that thing that seems to shield you from the world eats you from the inside out.
Is it ever too late? Maybe not. But is it always time to move forward? Probably, yeah.