It's been three weeks since our first Canadian roadtrip and our journey from Vancouver. Even crazier still, it's been almost 3 exact months since we left Australia. The day-to-day looks and feels and smells so different, but better yet, it feels like home. Everything about it sits right with us.

I count myself extremely lucky to have come across people in my short life that I've instantly connected with. Megan is one of those people.

The sound of white. A quick (lest we lose our extremities) adventure down the park to enjoy our Vancouver neighbourhood blanketed in snow—we got 6 days in a row of snowfall, which is unheard of in Vancouver.

This is definitely one of my favourite experiences in Vancouver to date: backcountry hiking in Cypress Mountain. Martin, my cousin Julien and I had made a plan to visit Cypress after a week of good weather and our trip to Grouse. Unfortunately at the last minute Martin came down with a cold after weeks of us feeling rundown and exhausted, so Julien and I went alone.

From a grey and rainy day, two weeks ago at Capilano Suspension Bridge. It was beautiful being amongst the treetops, although I will admit the main bridge was sometimes too crowded for my liking.

Vancouver welcomed us with day-after-day-after-day of rain in our first week here (just standard west coast life I guess). Just as I thought it would never end, on the Friday of that week we were gifted with a beautifully sunny day to break up the grey.