So we took along our fancy camera with all the intentions in the world of capturing our trip home with it. However, we got too caught up savoring the people and events of being home that the only remnants of our visit are pixelated iPhone snapped photos. I would be more bummed if it wasn’t a testament to just how wonderfully full and heart filling our time at home was.
We were honored to celebrate the most exceptional bride and groom. The wedding wound up being perfectly wonderful evening of catching up with old friends, and on top of that making some pretty spectacular new ones (Y’all come visit now!). As for the bride and groom, these two are a truly remarkable couple. They have been together since early high school and are seriously going to kill it as husband and wife. We love them. So much so that after the wedding night I lost my voice for the remainder of our trip because I talked, laughed and cheered way, way too much.
It has become a running joke that since moving to New York I have become incredibly patriotic and pro-west coast island living. Friends have even gone so far as to dare me to go a length of time without harkening back to the beauty and sheer awesomeness of where I grew up (I always fail). Jay has chastised me for routinely google searching images for “Vancouver Island Scenery” and showing them off in every NYC bar, dining establishment and house party ever. He goads me that New Yorkers love New York so I best be careful with my belligerent bragging of the awesomeness of my island home. Well New Yorkers can have their New York, this article chronicles the essence of why I love island life.
I don’t fancy myself a die hard unionist, and it is difficult being across the continent when my school district is on strike. I am reading all I can digest from both sides, and talking with my teacher friends about the political climate in BC schools at the moment. I also have a brother who is a strong, assertive, kick ass teacher, who happens to also be well versed on the topic. I have been browsing the social media comments from teachers and the general public, some which frustrate me and others that make me stop and think. So luckily I am able to be kept in the loop even with geography limiting my influence. Through it all I am trying to sort out my stance on the matter as I watch it unfold from a far. This morning I read a teacher blog, and although I don’t share all her beliefs I feel like she did an excellent job summing up and articulating the teachers position in layman’s terms for students and the public alike.
At the end of the day I believe in BC education. So much so that much to the chagrin of all New Yorkers I routinely brag to about how exceptional the schools I have taught in are. We are progressive and we are innovative. I have shared staff rooms with some of the most inspirational teachers. So I know there is a middle ground that can be reached that will better serve our students, teachers and government. After a year working in a Harlem public school, I see a lot of strength in the BC education system, but I am also mindful that we have such a robust team of teachers and educational resources because teachers before me fought for them. So, now, today we need to move forward, and not further dismantle the state of our publicly funded education system.
I am sitting here on my mom’s couch (American Translation: Sofa), not even having left the west coast yet, already going through a bout of recurring homesickness. I will miss the people and I will miss the beauty. However, during our time here I have come to realize just how spectacular and uniquely special it is that Jay and I get to call two very dynamic, wonderful cities home. I am in love with New York for all the bustle and activity it offers that Victoria doesn’t, while I cherish Victoria for all the charm, relaxed island pace and warmth that New York misses.
Before we booked our flights home for the holidays we had a large internal debate about our New Years plans. Should they be held on the east coast or the west coast? We settled our qualms by polling friends who have been in the city years longer than us rookies. What we couldn’t decide was if we should fly home in time to wrangle a spot in Times Square to watch the ball drop, or spend it with our oldest, most cherished friends at home. In the end I was informed that the logistics of a NYC NYE was that I would wind up standing for hours, sardined next to strangers being unable to move to eat, drink or use the bathroom. Which for me, who tends to be a sensitive soul, this is not my ideal environment at all. So in the end we decided to stay and ring in 2014 from Victoria. Continue reading “New Years and a New Year”
Well needless to say the past few weeks have been chaotic but so unbelievably amazing it has made all the madness worth it. Since the last post we have bought a house, moved into the house, reno’d the garage, got tenants, had my 25th birthday, visited my grandparents, had weekend visitors and managed to sneak in a quick 8 day getaway to Florida.