2017 was a particularly tough year. It was a year defined by professional anxieties from the first year of working freelance, mounting artistic frustration, and a series of personal crises of the sort that only swing by once a decade.
My two weeks in Vancouver were the perfect antidote. They were spent wrapped up in the company of old friends, skating along damp tarmac, and embarking on illicit late-night pizza quests. Most of all, they were spent (re)discovering that friendship is a priceless resource.
These were two weeks defined by warmth, shared meals, and spontaneous bouts of hugging.