On the eighth day we came home. I was not stoked to be back. At least it had stopped raining and the tourists could see that Vancouver isn't a gloomy, grey city. (Even though we left from/returned to the docks by Hasting's instead of Canada Place, ugh.)
I came home and just slept and slept and was sad. And emailed cute boy. That is all.
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