A not so pretty confession...

Like pretty much 85% of the people living in this city, I am not a home-grown Vancouverite. I was from Toronto and I loved it. Toronto for me was like a smaller version of New York... The financial district (where I used to work), the fashion, the arts, the culture, the food, the nights and the summers, Queen St and Yonge, TTC and Chinatown. The events, the gay pride parade, the Caribana, CTV and Much Music. Toronto was world class, very high fashion and I adored it...

And now for my confession...

I disdain Vancouver. I can't stand the Gortex raincoats worn on the streets and not on the ski hills, the overpriced Lululemon pants, cliquey house parties,the snotty West Van trust fund kids, the hypocritical "we're greener that other Canadian cities" mantra and the non-existent nightlife. The RAIN... how I hate the rain. It gets in everywhere. My shoes, my pants, my purses... Don't get me started with DTES (i.e. Downtown East Side).

Why then, do I call Vancouver home? For 5 years now?

I blame it on a boy... This boy i fell in love with and married who loves Vancouver so much. I cannot pry him away from it.

Little by little, day after day, I am trying to like this city and learning more about myself.

This blog is my chronicle of the things that we (my new husband and I) discover about Vancouver, my new city. The food, the fashion, the places, the people.

Come learn with us.