My own little hideaway

The way I feel about Calgary most days is usually summed up by a few Kathleen Edwards lyrics from the song "Copied Keys".

These are your old streets and you know them well
One way shortcuts all the way downtown
But your favourite find is just my secondhand secret
Tryin' to hide a little pain for the things I can't explain to you....

Feeling like this town will never be my own, like I'm just floating around, waiting for other people to show me where to go. And then something happens, like I get a glimpse of summer time, and a shift occurs. Ed and I were driving home from Leduc on Monday night and we heard a beautiful sound coming from the other end of the radio on CJSW, two people named Snowblink and Dan Goldman, and I decided that when they were in Calgary we'd go see them. So lo and behold, last night, we go to this little cafe downtown that didn't feel like Stephen Ave or 17th Ave, it just felt all alone. It was quiet, Ed says it was hipster but whatever, I liked it. The people didn't look like they belonged in Calgary, and there was something comforting about that I guess. Kind of reminded me of the Red Room in Toronto or something. Anyway, I'm not saying Calgary is home yet or anything but nights like that make it feel a bit more like it.

In other not-completely-unrelated news, we are leaving tonight to go camping this weekend and I can't wait. I'm a bit afraid of bears but apparently they are "more active" in the fall, and it's not like we'll be camping in Yoho or anything. I bought a lantern yesterday and I'm excited to use it. This will be my first camping trip without the support of expert campers who remember to bring everything like matches and newspaper, so wish me luck. I like to be prepared. It's supposed to thundershower tonight in BC, but hopefully we'll dry out because it's going to be gorgeous on Okanagan Lake for the weekend.... I'm really very excited. I LIVE NEAR THE ROCKIESSSSSSSSS. yes!