A Dreamer's Hideaway

Get away, run away, fly away

Lead me astray

To dreamer's hideaway

Too often I find myself longing to lose myself somewhere in Vancouver.

Then I wish for fleeting contact with something or someone in my period of being lost.

From the Burrard SkyTrain station, I walked along the architecturally-perfect fountains, buildings and archways, but they looked fake to me.

I pretend to lose myself on the SkyTrain itself. I've been to every stop on both lines by now, but I always know where I am.

I once tried closing my eyes and plugging my ears to not know what stop I got off at, but I caught a glimpse from the station signs.

Buslines work too, and they're actually better for getting lost, but I don't get the same rush from being on a bus as I do from a SkyTrain.

SkyTrains take you farther, faster, higher. There are more interesting people and things surrounding the stations and the train itself.

I have never been afraid walking alone in Vancouver.

But sometimes I wished I did, to escape the monotone, the bland, the dreary.

And then in fear, maybe I'll find the dreamer's hideaway.

The Twilight Sanctuary

Hello.

Let me introduce you to my favourite spot in the Katima-house: The Twilight Sanctuary.

It's my favourite spot because no one really ever hangs out in the basement, sometimes K, but everyone is usually almost always upstairs in the living room. Technically, The Twilight Sanctuary is the second living room, but I've made it my own after seeing that no one wanted it. 

There's a black light, a lot of couches (one pullout bed!), a wonderful coffee table and walls filled with quotes written down by past Katimavik participants. I've made it my favourite hangout spot by supplying it with books, paper and pens to write, a music station, plenty of blankets, and I want to add more things soon.

Even this week, I've decided that I would move out of the guy's bedroom upstairs and sleep on the pullout-couch. It's really quite magical going to sleep with the black light on, I haven't slept so well since living in any Katimavik house. Of course, if my Project Leader found out, I wouldn't be allowed to anymore, but I fold up the bed every morning so as to not leave a trace. He rarely comes downstairs anyway. After billeting week, I hope to continue this trend till the end.

Here is The Sanctuary without the twilight. It's like a whole different place. The Twilight Sanctuary is exactly that - it provides me a sort of haven away from the group. When it's dark outside, it's the most magical place ever. Sometimes the moon shines through the little windows, too.

So, like I mentioned, I'll be spending the next week with my billet family. The family lives in Surrey (a shady part of the Lower Mainland, according to my coworkers). I think I'll have a great time!

Fairwell.

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