You know how you want to know the time in Vancouver, to see if it’s an appropriate time to text your mom, and so you Google “time in Van”, but then it gives you the time in Van, Turkey, and not Vancouver.
And then you look up where Van is on Google Maps, and then you read the Wikipedia article about it.
Then, sometimes when you’re looking up the time in Vancouver, and typing it in properly so there’s no mistakes, you look up the time in Van anyways, because it feels like the right thing to do.
As of right now, it’s before 6am in Vancouver, so unless my mom has insomnia, she’s not responding.
It’s just before 4pm in Van, Turkey. If my mom lived there, we would be golden.
Life would be quite different though.
A friend I hadn’t seen for 20 years gave me pics today of our trek up the Black Tusk in 2005. I sent some to my mom, as one does. She’ll see them when she wakes up.
Klingsor's First Winter 