I looked out the window after the pilot told us that we were approaching the airport in Vancouver. I could see the mountains and I knew I was back in my second home. As we landed, I wondered, for a split second, did I still remember it? I was worried I wouldn’t remember how to maneuver the roads in the city. I had nothing to fear though, once I got my rental car and started driving around, it all came back to me.
I enjoyed myself. It was a short but sweet trip. I wish I could have stayed longer, but it just wasn’t meant to be. Next time.
