This article in today’s paper is doing little to strengthen my resolve:

I like our condo. I still think we got a very good deal on the place, and it has everything we were looking for in a home and more. The location is central, we’re handling the super-crazy mega mortgage admirably, and it feels like home.

.. and I would move back to the North Shore in half a second if the opportunity arose.

We both miss living in North Vancouver. When we were looking for a place to buy and filled with serious loathing for the Drunken Kappa Phi frat house we lived in, we tried really hard to stay on the North Shore – but there just wasn’t anything available. So, Sparta is where we ended up and it really is great .. BUT. As close as we ARE to the North Shore, it’s not the same – and every time we’re over there, I am pained. I want to live in North Vancouver again. I loved living there right up until the last 6 months or so, when everything went bad all at once. Ed and I were out and about one day when he asked me “If we ever had the opportunity, would you want to move back to the North Shore?” – and he hadn’t even gotten the whole question out when I said “Fuck yes”. I’m a little more ambitious about it, I think – Ed says “maybe in 5 years or so”, whereas I’m thinking “so, spring of 2012? Let’s do it!”. I used to have a bad habit of moving every two years like clockwork – having to wait 5 years seems impossible to me. I rarely plan that far out in advance; I have a hard enough time dealing with next Tuesday.

We’ll be back on the North Shore before long; I can feel it. Not that I’m not happy now, but look at the article – I could only be happier, and that’s all I really want out of life. Happiness, and a pug. That’s not too much to ask.