w hastings
I am sitting on a chair in Victoria. I stayed with my brother’s high school friend. Me and my Italian cousin and my brother’s other friend.
We swam in the ocean yesterday. We saw some sea otters.
I found a ping pong paddle.
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Later in the evening now. I got a bed at a hostel in Gastown in Vancouver. One street off W Hastings.
Seems like this area got cleaned up pretty good. I’m guessing for the fifa that was here earlier in the summer. Some drug addicts and homeless but nothing crazy.
That or I’ve just missed them somehow.
Lots of people out tonight. It’s a Tuesday. All kinds. Tourists, locals, students. Old and young.
Popping.
I got ramen and then went to go see The Invite at a movie theatre nearby. It was nice. I like doing stuff alone sometimes.
Back at hostel. Loud music bumping downstairs. There is a bar/club. I don’t mind; it’s muted kind of. Fallen asleep to worse.
There is a torrent of emotion running through me. I can feel it surging underneath the surface. It will come out. I just don’t know when. I just don’t know how.
I’d like to encourage it or harness it in a positive way.
I know I can channel it for good.
I just worry that I might fumble it and have it blow up in my face.
Maybe that’s just my anxiety talking. Maybe that’s me allowing a self fulfilling prophecy.
Maybe it will be alright. Maybe I can handle it. Maybe I know exactly what I’m doing.
Maybe.