No wonder so many people are single. A few years ago, I spoke to a group of high-schoolers about the Jewish idea of love.
Thanks to everyone who commented in a civil and respectful manner. I am surprised at the constant popularity of this post. However, remember that it was written in Marchafter I left Vancouver mostly heartbroken and disillusioned.
Immigration can be an issue, but racism is barbaric and is swiftly removed. This post is entirely my own opinion, based on my personal experience and has no claim to objectivity. It just represents my truth. Please give it a look.
There are beautiful mountains and glass skyscrapers and the ocean. Everyone is a hippie and people are friendly and mellow because they all do yoga and run while breathing clean, wholesome ocean air.
There is no snow. You should have heard me in my first two or three months here: You should totally move here. Now, not only am I leaving, but I never want to come back. Despite the good things about Vancouver, it has disappointed me on so many levels that I wonder why anyone in their right minds would choose to stay here.
Am I not good enough? There are no jobs here, and when a good one pops up, the competition is so fierce that you have to send a singing telegram to get noticed.
I thought my French would give me an edge—might as well speak Catalan for the little it did for me. And IF you get one of these rare jobs, the salaries are in no way high enough to support basic living. No car, no luxuries, probably no savings either. I knew about the cost of living because of the two years I spent in Victoria.
But even then, the cost of living here is ludicrous. Well, actually, there is, but the cheaper stuff is often illegal, unsafe and unhealthy.
The food is also ludicrously expensive. Big brick of cheap, Kraft, orange cheddar cheese? Actually, I was pretty busy during the months I spent there. But the city has, how can I explain it… no soul. It is as superficial and empty as the endless condo towers growing like weeds.
There are good people in Vancouver who give this city some spark and light; but most times I felt no joie de vivre, no… happiness.
Everyone is working so hard to maintain the appearance of being affluent that they lose their souls in the process. They lose their ability to enjoy life. An interesting study topic for a cultural anthropologist? Conclusion I used to love Vancouver as a tourist… but staying there made me hate it.Dear Anabelle, Thank you for the post.
I find it helpful. However, I have to say I sensed a bit of “Montreal/Quebec vs rest of Canada”, buried in between the lines of the text. Lately, I’ve been telling my daughter when she comes up with a cool outfit. But, I think it’s important because she dresses for her own satisfaction, and not any particular style that I .
I was lost, but lost in a familiar way. When I was 17, as a restless, anxious teenager, I wandered unawares into the Gothic cathedral at Chartres. FREE COURSE THE WORLD, THE JEWS AND THE SCIENCE OF HUMAN SURVIVAL Anti-Semitism, division, separation, violent conflicts and a general breakdown of the institutions of human society.
My goal was to write and complete a single novel. My dream was to be an international bestselling author. After I wrote that novel, my goal was to get my work published by any means necessary.
My dream was to be offered a million bucks for my manuscript. After I got published, my goal was [ ]. How Dante Saved My Life A midlife crisis is cured by The Divine Comedy.