Update 26:

Where to start????

I moved back to Vancouver almost 5 months ago. The first month I stayed at my Aunt & Uncles in Coquitlam, 4 months ago I moved to a section of Van’s downtown called Tinseltown. GM Place, home of the Vancouver Canucks, sits just across the tracks of the Skytrain and the street. My room is the smallest one I have ever lived in; a full 4 feet wide by 8 feet long. 32 square feet. My body alone almost fills up the room.

To compensate, there is a 25m pool, a sauna, a hot tub, and a well-equipped gym on the 2nd floor. On top of this, I have two of the best roommates, my cousin (23 years old and has been to more countries than I), and another who is/was? a model. These things make the closet so much more bearable.

I also am working a couple jobs. At one I’m in the ski & marine department of Vancouver’s Mountain Equipment Coop. The other I had when I lived here before is for Mount Seymour (a local ski hill) as one of the snowplow drivers. It’s great. I work Monday thru Wednesday from 5am until 3pm. Unfortunately snow has been in short supply on the local mountains, and because I am trying to balance two jobs, I haven’t been skiing as much as I’d like.

It’s been a very interesting 5 months again. I haven’t written on here for a while. A few people have been wondering what happened. I’ll try to summarize it.:

I drove 3200kms in three days from Montana to Northern Saskatchewan to Vancouver. I met up with great friends from New Brunswick in both Edmonton and Hinton, Alberta on the way back. Was reunited with the Aunt and Uncle, cousins and brother. Got on my motorbike and did a 700km day trip. Went off the road on a corner when I was going too fast, got back on the road, slowed down, went around another corner, slipped on ice, slid 3 feet sideways, re-gained traction, avoided rock-face : Daniel impact, drove slower still, got home and parked motorbike for the winter.

Looked for engineering work, had interviews, no offers, searched more, no nibbles, started dating, a good friend offered me a job, had interview, got job, called old Seymour boss, asked for work, got a job, went to interview, met and dated some really nice girls, got another job, called uncle, asked him what job to take, took job my Uncle told me to take.

Helped two amazing friends renovate their new condo, went to safety training, drove down during lunch, sideways, narrowly avoided two cars (one in the ditch, other one going uphill not slowing down), put winter tires on SUE, dated more girls, started dancing again, went to more trainings, went surfing a lot, went skiing early season (Nov. 11), quit dancing again.

Was offered a couple jobs in the CAR, declined them, worked a lot, dated some more, started slimming the numbers, worked a lot, met a lovely girl electrician, had a lot of fun, worked 90 hrs a week during the two week holiday period, didn’t ski much, didn’t surf much, stopped dancing, got caught up in work, stopped having as much fun, hung out with the electrician more, welcomed the New Year on a Blue Moon in Whistler with great friends, went surfing, went skiing, hung out with brother working on his sled until 4am.

Haiti happened. MSF called, we talked, I wanted to be here for the Olympics, the Olympic people called, they wanted a volunteer driver for the Opening and Closing ceremonies, and parts in-between, called MSF, we talked, about me going to help rebuild post emergency, for probably a year, building a hospital or three, likely in March, pretty stoked, but I’m leaving again, settling down, placing roots once again back-burnered, not dating anyone once more.