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A letter to myself I wish I received 2 months ago:

1. Just because he held your hand while you talked about your tattoos, listens to the playlists you make him over and over again, and makes you coffee in the morning does not make him your soulmate.

2. There is a big difference between someone who texts you at 3 AM and someone who texts you at 3 PM.

3. For every one thing he does right, you are going to forgive him for five things he does wrong. You do not need to do the math to know that you should not have to settle for someone who would not fight tooth and nail to keep you.

4. His eyes are not champagne. His arms are not a home. His lips do not taste like sunrises and cherry pie. Instead, you will go home smelling like cigarettes and it will take you days to wash him out of your hair.

5. You do not have to wait till the expiration date to throw something out. If it makes you sick, get rid of it. If it sits in the cupboard and continues to rot, do not hope for things to get better.

6. I am sorry he took away something important from you. But he cannot take away your worth. He cannot take away your voice. He cannot take away what you believe love should look like. He is not Medusa, who turns hearts to stone at the blink of an eye. Be soft. Be warm. Be real, human flesh. Do not let anyone take that away from you.

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1. When people meet you, they tell me that they understand me more. Even a year after things have ended; probably even years after. How is it that someone can know me, if they know you?

2. Today, I long for home, and that is why I cannot see you. If you hold me in your arms while I am sad, I am afraid that you will become my home. I cannot part with so many homes, so often.

3. I think my heart grew tired of thinking about you. Like one day it just dropped everything and said: "Enough is enough!"

Enough is enough.

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I'm starting a travel blog since I won't be seeing much of Vancouver for the next 7 months. I'm beginning to grow weary of this blog, so maybe a new location will inspire me to write more!

First up - a film photo set from Bellingham.

Check it: www.bekahseestheworld.wordpress.com

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In two weeks, I will leave, and when I come back, everything will be different.
People who are close now will be faraway. Faraway friends will come home.
Home as I know it will be different. And maybe I will be different.
Everything will be different.

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Just because you bought into something that made you sick to your stomach does not mean that you do not deserve better. Just because someone told you, "You're really beautiful," only because he wanted something from you does not make that statement any less true.

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The night before you left, we ate together one last time, and I tried really hard not to cry into my dinner.
I was angry that we are not the kind of family that cries when people leave. But then I started to really listen to the conversation at the table:

"LA is really big. It'll take you an hour and a half to two hours to drive from one end to the other."
"Make sure you ask if you can check in another luggage."

"Eat more, son."
"Did you pack enough underwear?"

It was our way of saying, "You are loved. And we are going to miss you beyond imagination."

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Talking to a stranger about his ideas on how to improve Vancouver's transit system:

"What if it became normal to sit on each other's laps? Not only would that save space, but it would mean that we would be forced to communicate with people we don't know. It would mean no one would look down at their phones but actually talk with other human beings that are in front of them. What if instead of bus advertisements, we put up artwork? I used to steal these bus ads for fun, but wouldn't it be great if we could hop on the bus, take home a piece of art, and then put up our own for the world to see? Especially if it was kids' artwork. The bus would be a better place to be."