Well it is almost semi-official...after living in every ghetto we could muster in the Greater Vancouver Area we are moving to Kitsilano
I don't know how I feel. Clearly, it is an exciting prospect to live in a beautiful nice neighborhood with cool amenities where all the rich yogafied snobs live. Still I always get a bit queasy when there's a punch to my internal compass.

I'll miss my cheap produce and frozen gyozas and the two liquor stores within five minutes of the house. I'll miss easy access to either the train or the bus and not knowing what's going on at the halfway house. I'll miss having a secret RCMP file on or house.

But honestly, how rich will it be to continue to live my life as a man-child but be able to say "Oh, I live in kits". Zing. Secret Millionaire? Definitely it adds some nice zest to the first semester outside of school. All my pretentious books will look lovely in the extra orange sun they order specially in kitsilano.

Plus, I can finally have my dream job:Oh well, if all else fails I can be the first to organize the kits hobos and stand atop our barricades triumphantly waving our flag.

It will be created out of bits of other flag refuse. Hobo flag.

Cam