Thursday Doors – July 16, 2015

This door doesn’t seem very special at first glance, but it caught my eye for two reasons: Teal is one of my favorite colors. That yellow footprint in front of the door. I can’t tell whether it was intentionally painted on or if whoever was in charge of labeling “STAIRS” had a minor misstep. Taken…

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Stanley Park

Stanley Park, a behemoth covering 1,000 acres of land next to downtown Vancouver, is nothing short of impressive. Beside its enormity, it also boasts dozens of natural landmarks and manmade attractions, which satisfy both outdoorsy and culture-seeking people. The park is surrounded by about 10 kilometers (roughly 6 miles) of the Vancouver Seawall that separate the forest…

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Last Ten Books That Came Into My Possession

1. Where’d You Go, Bernadette. Around Christmastime, my friend and her sister asked if I could do a photoshoot of them so they could turn the images into a gift for their parents. I agreed, and they were nice enough to give me a gift in exchange, including this book (which was already on my…

Museum of Vancouver

Between the extravagant exterior and the highly official-sounding name, I imagined the Museum of Vancouver to be as extensive as The Museum of the City of New York or even The British Museum. But the MOV turned out to be more humble than I expected. I wasn’t disappointed, per se, and in fact I quite enjoyed it, but…

Review: Love on the Road 2015

What it is: Love on the Road 2015 is an anthology that collects the winning short stories from the Love on the Road international writing contest. The stories all loosely revolve around love, although some are dark and tragic while others are light-hearted and fleeting. What I liked about it: There’s a lot of diversity of topics and characters…

Feeling The Wanderlust Again

I was raised to be a traveler–I’ve been to 15 countries in my 19 years–but I’m naturally a homebody. Most days I’d rather enjoy the quiet comforts of home than go out exploring, and I feel like I have a “home quota” that I must fill in order to feel normal. But sometimes I find myself…