Around this time a year ago I remember I used to hate the endless autumn and spring downpours in Vancouver. And I thought the snow was such a pain to trudge in. Loving the sun, I dreaded its early descents into the night at 4pm during the winters. Even a few months ago, I would shut all the blinds on my big windows whenever darkness fell, feeling unsafe from it.

Now it's different - now I think I love everything. It's all just beautiful