Today, June 4th, is the anniversary of my move to Vancouver. My first day here, I rode across Burrard Bridge towards Kitsilano Beach, and this view took my breath away. The place where I grew up on Vancouver Island was beautiful too, but not like this. Nothing like this. That other June 4th was a gorgeous, late-spring day much like today. I sat on the beach and watched the sailboats on English Bay, and felt the salty, sea breezes sweeping over me. It was delicious. And, yes, this view still takes my breath away.
Today, on the anniversary of my move to Vancouver, I have been contemplating what achievements I have made during those years. Well, not much, and quite a lot ... all at the same time. I lead what might be called a quiet life. I'm not wealthy and I have never made any great discoveries, nor solved any of the world's problems. But I have a lot of friends, and I enjoy the respect of my peers. As a single parent, I raised my daughter to be well-educated and successful in her career, and she is doing the same thing with her children. Sometimes life throws us curve balls, but it's how we move forward that determines whether or not we're made of "the right stuff". So, yes, I would consider myself successful.
Vancouver is one of the most beautiful cities in the world, and moving here was the right decision for me. I have never regretted it. Today I am going to putter in my terrace garden, and then later I will take a walk on the beach, watch the sailboats on English Bay, and feel the salty, sea breezes sweeping over me. Does it get any better than that?