I just filled out my Intention to Vacate form. It's such a bittersweet feeling. I love this apartment. It's seen me through a lot of bad stuff and it's held me safe. It's been the place where I rebuilt my life after my mom died, after my relationship ended, after I had Josh... and now I have to leave it. I love the neighbourhood I'm in. I love the people who work in the shops around here. I love living on the water.

Off to stinky downtown, where the smog and humidity settles and sticks to the valleys between the buildings. Off to an attic bedroom, where the opressive heat will melt me down to a goopy puddle.

But, I will be closer to work. I'll be closer to daycare, the gym, my friends who work at the Mission... yes, there are definitely huge benefits. I just wish I didn't feel so sad about the whole thing.