Can you fall in love with an intangible thing? I fell hard, deep into the abyss of the arms of my city of Port Coquitlam. I fell hard for the beauty that surrounds us all around, the serenity of the mountains, luscious foliage that expands in the horizon as far as our vision can take us. I fell hard for those days when the sun is not shining, and dark clouds envelope us, restoring my love for the colour grey.
There is just something magical in the air here, a lingering presence of something hopeful, something happy...
that you just cannot touch, but you know it’s there guiding you, watching over you but not physically present with you. It sees you when you’re sad, when you’re lost, when you’re angry. You feel its presence when you close your eyes, and let this feeling engulf you, make you feel stronger, happier, hopeful.
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I moved to PoCo in March 2023, and I still remember the feeling of instant upliftment as I entered our rental unit. I did not have a job as I came here as an immigrant, leaving my birthplace to start a new life. Despite going through the most challenging time of my life of finding a job, finding sustenance, I was hit with the epiphany of how lucky I was to be standing here, to be able to call this place my home.
PoCo did not disappoint, and I found solace in its bosom, like a child seeks happiness under their mother’s warm embrace! In every corner of every street, there was always something that caught my eye and my mind weaved stories. I remembe.