Because I still haven't figured out how to put long text on a site and link to it from my log, I have taken to a pragmatic solution: a short story on Motown is now available on this log, be it in Dutch. And, if interested, you will have to search for it. That's one of those funny incidences that mark my blogging: for reasons only the internet gods will know, the text is dated march 8. Just as well, it is a piece of history anyway.
In the mean time I have been thinking (that's what one does if one can't babble all day) about an interesting finding: I am here now for almost a week. I like it. But it doesn't feel strange at all. I am just here. Walking the streets. Writing (though not yet as much as I would like to). Eating. Sleeping (a little). Spending too much (but the CD's are dead cheap, how can one resist the Mika album for $ 9.95..!) Do I have to force myself to feel elated? Free? Or is this subdued contentment I feel much better? Haven't figured that one out. We'll see, the coming weeks. Perhaps I should dive into the local scene even more, leave Downtown for a few hours and explore greater Vancouver. But for the coming days I'll stick to being content in Downtown Yaletown.