If that is true, then why did we just arrive from across the border with two hundred dollars worth of groceries and a tank-full of gas? Really, does being in the most livable city mean anything to ordinary people like me?
Sure, cities like L.A. have enough major headaches like traffic, pollution and crimes but we can’t say that Vancouver does not have their own share of such problems. I don’t live there so I really can’t say but every day to and from work I pass by those homeless people sleeping by the sidewalk, begging for spare change, or lining up by Hastings. Two hundred days of the year I drag myself out of bed to rush to work then at the end of the day spend an hour or two dining in front of the tube before hitting bed and restarting the same routine all over again the next morning.
Thank goodness for the weekends that I can clean the house, garage and the yard, do laundry, and wash the car – that is if there’s no appointment with the bank or the dentist, or if we’re not crossing the border to save a few bucks in groceries.
Does being in the most livable city make a difference? Let’s not even forget we live in the most “taxable” place on earth where more than half of our income is confiscated by the government in terms of taxes of all kinds, and where the government is so creative in continually devising new ways of getting into our pockets for any leftovers we have. Worse, the government does this anytime they feel like doing them. At least in the states they do this only after a votation or referendum.
Well, got to stop here as I still have to plow the snow from my driveway and scrape the ice off the windshield. The weatherman says it’s gonna rain again for the next two weeks but that’s a lot better than ice and snow.
Sorry to say but I will always trade this most livable city anytime for a place like L.A., Honolulu or Miami. A little sun could go a long way for me. Living a bit longer is better than being miserable in a most livable city after all.
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