TAKING FLIGHT

My first night in Vancouver and it appears that I've carried the negativity that has been skulking and scowling in all corners of my Calgary world with me. While I've been quick to blame it all on the "crazy people" around me, it seems that I'm more a part if it than I previously have taken credit for. Or I have given more power to the demons than I should.

I thought getting on a plane would shake said demons off, but they seem to have clung to the wings of that Westjet flight and with much determination, hung on to follow me to this little piece of paradise. This was unexpected. With a little thought and foresight, I wouldn't have been surprised.

I am mere hours away from the much anticipated U2 concert, yet I am discontented, angry and tortured from the ghosts that followed and the new angst that have greeted me.

I can only conclude, as a logical and wise woman should, that I am the problem.

I sit in a suite that costs waaaay too much for a room that is somewhat dumpy and nothing appears to be in good working order. I don't even want to start on the odour that greeted me when I walked into the room. I will not bother with the trivial details, it's my cross to bear. And only a true princess/diva could possibly deem these annoyances as crosses.

But Christ, could I not have a moment of peace? The answer is yes, but only I will make it so. It's now up to me to shake it off and start over, or have this nonsense swirl around me and ruin what should be a glorious respite from my real world. With that, fuck it, I'm ready, let's go Vancouver.

D.