I’ve always had a fascination with Vancouver.
My childhood was full of playing outside, riding my mountain bike on logging roads and spending lots of time drawing and writing, two of my biggest passions when I was a kid. This love for writing would lead me to my eventual career.
That year, around September 11, after being glued to the television for weeks on end watching the aftermath of the tragic events of 9/11, I decided it was now or never -- I needed to go to school if I wanted to be a journalist. I applied to BCIT’s Broadcast Journalism program and was accepted. This is when my love affair with Vancouver truly began.
Around this time, I moved to Gastown, scraping together what I was able to save while living in Winnipeg for a down payment on a small condo at Powell and Main. At the time, Gastown was vibrant and there was so much optimism—young people were moving into the neighbourhood, historic buildings on Water Street were being restored and repurposed—there was a real buzz. It makes me sad when I walk through the neighbourhood today to see how far we’ve fallen.