See you later, Vancouver

I'm shitty at goodbyes, so I'll just say, "See you later, Vancouver." I'm sad to leave and it's going to be hard, but it's going to be manageable, because I'll have a really cool job in my field. I have marked this departure by subsisting on salmon and Japanese food for the past week to stock up internally before I return to the land of Alberta beef. (Shudder)

The movers came yesterday and moved my stuff in just under an hour. I used Two small men with big hearts and so far, I'd really recommend them. They've been professional and efficient and friendly. We'll see if I can continue the recommendation when I meet up with them in Grande Prairie. I definitely hope so.

I went to see "Babel" yesterday and ran into an old classmate from journalism school at the movie theatre. He just moved here two months ago and is working for Global TV. It was damn cool to see him. I've finished up a bunch of last minute errands and cleaning and I'm ready to go. I've got a bus ride of over 20 hours ahead of me. (Ick.)

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My packing for this move was punctuated by episodes of Grey's Anatomy, which I now love with an unabashed passion. I love the way that race is handled on the show, that people are allowed to be in interracial relationships and that the hospital is multicultural. I have also discovered that I am fascinated by medical terminology. I used to think I hated medicine, but I find that after each show, I usually end up googling the plague du jour and reading about it on the Internet. I think it's partly because of my lifelong fascination with biology and anatomy and partly because of my love for big words. Encephalitis? Cardio thoracic? Medical fascinoma? Vasoconstriction? God, I'm getting hot just typing these words.