no regrets

boxing day at oakridge: asking girl out, geting rejected, quitting my job, seeing my ex, and having a beer with someone I look up to.

it's one of those days I won't ever have any regrets about.
woke up and was tempted to not come in, as angry as I was with work for completely screwing me over for this week's schedule. I went anyways, as badly as I wanted to sleep in I wasn't going to stoop to their level.
this foreign exchange girl from germany that i've met a couple times comes in and buys a pair of sneakers. on the way out I ask her when she's back to school and if we could grab coffee sometime. she says she has a boyfriend. I apologized.
bounced the line-up to get into sneakerbox and had good conversations with good people about their xmas. at the end of the day I did the usual garbage/cardboard run downstairs to the compactors and I ran into my ex. I asked if she wanted to come downstairs and chat. she said she hates the smell downstairs. I get the message.
came back, quit my job and told 'em I won't be coming in next week; the most liberating feeling in the world.
afterwards I hopped on the skytrain downtown and headed to the japanada house for a post xmas party. had a beer with paul and chatted about life.

ya see, it's one of those days I needed to write down.

farewell

putting my vancouver life on pause. that's the factor that always inhibited me from going anywhere. lately some push factor and a couple pull factors to montreal, have made putting vancouver on pause a really good choice. I've said it before and i'll say it again, this city is stale. I miss my brother, and he needs me right now, peace!

I quit my 9-5 today, started packing my bags and i'm booking my ticket for next week.

I got ambition, I got youth, what could possibly stop me now?

Runnin'