Happenings

Last week at 12:30am on Thursday night/Friday morning, after we had just stepped into the foyer, Annia and I got evicted from her house. It's a long story with details that aren't mine to share, but a conflict that had lasted two months finally came to an end with fifteen hours notice to Get The Hell Out. I'd say we dealt with the situation very well; I mean, within twelve hours, we had a new place to stay that day, the next day, every day, forever, yay!

Over the next four nights, we stayed at four different places, in four different rooms, in four different beds. Some might say that this is the mark of a traveller, I'd say we weren't so much travellers as we were vagabonds or The Lost Children of The World.

Now we're settled into her new place with an awesome lady who's kitchen I adore, and who's cat I didn't see until three days after I moved in.

Our trip to Vancouver Island last weekend was good, despite the fact that Nanaimo was about the size of, oh, let's say my fist. We saw the whole downtown area in about four hours and the best part of the 'city' was probably our hostel. I'd go back to Nanaimo just to stay there. (Hi Bruce!) We went to Canada's only floating pub, I taste tested three different nanaimo bars, and we rode bikes through the rain after trudging through the sludge of a sewage contaminated lagoon. It was awesome. Even the burning sensation in my thighs.

Going to Seattle this weekend should be interesting because:

1. We have no place to stay.

Yes, we are the kind of gals to book our transportation first, and then realize that all the hostels in the area are full. So we can either rudely crash at someones's place or stay up all night wandering the streets.

2. A's ex lives there and bumping into him would be as awkward as me bumping into J.

This doesn't necessarily sound like a big deal, nor does it sound likely because Seattle is definitely bigger than Nanaimo. BUT. I have been in so many coincidental situations, that I might dare call myself the Queen of Being in Such Coincidental Situations. Take, for example, the time we were in a jade store in Beijing and my brother ran into one of his buddies from school. School in Toronto. They're in the same program and work out at the gym together. And months after school ends, they find themselves in the same jade store. In Beijing.

Or, that time I worked as a waitress in a Tea Shop and served this small group of small, cute Asian women which seemed regular enough, until I saw them on the streets of Chicago, ILLINOIS a few weeks later. Weird.

Or, that time I was in California and ran into the cruelest effing coincidence I've ever heard of.

OR. Last night, when A and I were at the art gallery and met a math teacher who not only lives in the same area back home, worked at our old high school for a couple months, but also knows some of our favourite teachers. Like, he KNOWS them. That's only one degree of separation. An art gallery! In Vancouver!

See. Queen.

Not that I want anything awkward and awful to happen while we're there. I'm just sayin'.
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