Elsewhere

I ate too many cheese and crackers last night before passing out on the couch and my face feels larger than normal.
This morning I am writing out pie crust recipes
and then I'm heading to the pool for a swim/sauna with Wendy.
And later this afternoon we're making pie, and hopefully Scrabble will ensue.

I just received a letter from a friend about how she's doing living somewhere else in the world, and it all makes me wonder why I'm still here.
There are days I look at the skyline and the trees lining the streets and the sprawling houses and the coziness of my living room and having a full book shelf and the faces of my friends and I love it. I feel so good about living here, mostly.
But when I tell people that there's nothing here that there is nothing keeping me here (job, significant other, project..) that's when I start wondering why. Of course, there are things that keep me here (see above: why I like Vancouver), but I should be/have been elsewhere at some point.