Another blog post

I wrote this and I was going to post it when I wrote it but then I didn't. So here it is.

I just got my hair cut, haven’t done that since March or so.
I have been at my internship all day and all day yesterday, and am going to again all day tomorrow. Today, my bus didn’t show up in the morning. That happens about once or twice a week. The following one was packed full, and I was late. But as said, it happens so often that nobody cares if you are late. Nobody in the whole city. It’s built dysfunctional, and there’s nothing you can do about it.
After getting my haircut, I sat in the light of the setting sun for a while, down by the water on the north side of downtown, overlooking the north shore and the sea planes coming and going. It was nice, almost serene, quiet and pretty. Then I walked to my bus, and encountered the crazies and the smellies, the beggars and the homeless, and I was reminded of what makes this city so unbearable. There is so little caring, so much wrong but nothing is done about it. For a second in the sun I almost thought I would miss what other people consider make this place the best place on earth, but I won’t. This place is a soap bubble. Pretty and colourful to the spectator from afar, but with no substance, ready to burst the second someone tries to see what’s inside.
I started working three days a week at my internship because they will pay me for any hours I take beyond the sixteen they want me to volunteer (or intern, as they like to call it here). So for the final four weeks including today, I will get 80 dollars per week. Total = 320 dollars. Funny things is it almost pays for my plane ticket to my new home.
As you all probably know, I managed to get a hold of an apartment in Malmö. I will move in on October 12th. That is less than a month away. I can’t wrap my head around it. I’ve been here so long now, it feels like all there is. But I know people aren’t this empty, crazy and rude everywhere.

So there it is. I wrote that on the 15th of this month. Then I had a brief spur of happiness, which lasted one day, then I once again descended into this perpetual bad mood and annoyance over the illogicalness of this city. I walk around ready to be angry with people. And that is not how I want to live.

I am leaving in thirteen days. It is so weird. I won't miss Vancouver, not at all. But I will miss my friends. And until Chris arrives in Malmö, I will miss him. But at the same time, even on the plane I am going to be so happy to be returning to a place where people care about their surroundings and their fellow human.