Full of half a glass of red wine, having clicked SUBMIT to the online order confirming her travels to Italy in the summer, and looking across the bar at the roaring fireplace and warmth of it all...And all of a sudden Vancouver felt exhausted. Like a balloon defaulted fully of air and left flat and limp. She thought of the excitement, the taste left in her mind, in her mouth, in her heart - from Victoria when visiting on the arm of a then beau - of daydreaming of a new home in Calgary - a fresh, barren, new place to just...MOVE on. START. That’s when she knew she had repaired all there was to offer of here. Of this place. Vancouver - like a dying act, like a chapter of a book you've since read and flipped to a fresh, new page - had been. Had fulfilled. But now, was no longer fresh, of the present, held no prospect or excitement or future. It could be looked back on here and there - whenever - fondly or partially. But the time was now...to go forward...to move on...to MOVE.