Hate/Love

By Managing Editor Molly Barrieau

90 days. That’s how long it took me to hate living in Vancouver. Don’t get me wrong, it’s a great city full of diversity, luxury and nature, but for me and many others, it can be very daunting.

Growing up just a strait away from the metropolis led to a growing desire to be a part of the Big Smoke. I decided, without much consideration, to drop myself right into the thick of things and test out the city in the easiest way possible—a summer job.

However, I soon learned that in Van, just leaving the house seemed to cost money—luckily I was also not paying rent. Not only does it take about 45 minutes (an hour and a half for my job) to get anywhere by transit, the monthly pass can create a deep hole in a student’s pocket.

That shallow pocket can stop you from seeing the many popular sights and sounds that make the city so appealing.There were many nights that the cost of a pint deterred my interest in stepping out on the town.

For what it’s worth, I’d suggest testing out a city if you’ve never experienced it. The term “a city never sleeps” is completely true, so if you’re also a light sleeper, invest in earplugs. There is no doubt that Vancouver has it’s perks, but this summer only proved to me how much of an Islander I have become.

Honestly, what I love most about returning to Nanaimo each time is the concept of “Island time”. The soft wave of nonchalance that washes over you (and everyone else) before stepping off the ferry: people walk slower, hold the door for you, and you’re back on the Island.

I’m happy to be back. Here’s to another great year filled with great stories, look out for our free issues on newsstands across Nanaimo (and sometimes the ferry, if I can manage it).

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