I was watching The Real Housewives of Vancouver (mainly because I had heard such awful things and had to see for myself) and one of the women asked another What was her favourite place in the world? And she answered I don't know, it depends. Like, favourite for relaxing, or partying, or shopping, or whatever.
And I paused it (and actually stopped watching FOREVER because it is that terrible) and thought about MY favourite place in the world... at first I thought Rome, no, Vancouver, no wait, definitely some small island in Greece, but hold on, I reallllly loved Turkey...
and then it hit me. It sort of slid in sideways into my mind, and settled there like a cat onto your lap when you aren't looking. It made itself seem so RIGHT, and I don't know why I hadn't thought of it sooner.
It's Christina Lake. My favourite place in the world is Christina Lake.
Serene, unchanging, escape from reality. I would drive 16 hours without stopping to get there. I dream about it constantly, about fires and earthquakes and mudslides and the end of the world happening and we run away to the lake and it is safe, a haven.
Anyway, spent the day with sunshine-y Sean yesterday. Bought matching shirts at H&M, and sat in the sun outside drinking freshly squeezed lime juice. I fell half in love with him, the sly charmer. He always does that to me. I am susceptible to charisma. Or maybe just Sean.