some significant date

It’s odd. Exactly three years to the day after arriving in Vancouver with my bags and a lumpy futon piled into the back of Dad’s truck, I spent the day (one among many) sorting accumilated junk and packing the surprisingly small fraction which I’ll be dragging back to Alberta when we leave in less than two weeks.

Three years… Huh!



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Brad knows what you did last summer.