Engage Yourself

Disengagement.

That was the word used by my boss to describe what happens to people after they move to the West Coast. I had felt the beginnings of it happening to me, unfolding with each night out, each outdoor activity washing away the brainpower reserved for storing knowledge.

It doesn’t come up in conversations, the “seriously west coast” newspaper doesn’t do it justice, and the lure of the ocean and mountains wipes away the inkling of those on the verge of taking notice. I’m talking about national politics, and the events unfolding on the international scale. Don’t get me wrong, I considered myself ill-informed but I make the effort.

I don’t know where the beautiful hiking trails are, or what makes a good mountain bike but shouldn’t everyone be concerned with who might be running this country?

Disengaged.

I guess living in Ottawa has left my politically soiled ass………well, a bit spoiled.

But this is great, Vancouver will whip my lazy East Coast butt into some serious yoga/snowboarding shape while keeping everything else in tact.