In true “Raincouver” style, a wet welcome awaited me when my plane landed in Vancouver.
After spending the last nearly two weeks enveloped in warmth and surrounded by palm trees and turquoise seas, I was not looking forward to returning to a grey rainy November.
There’s a certain comfort in the rain though, the cool wet air feels familiar and cozy.
For better or worse, it feels like home.
Breaking Moulds 