It
was a normal Monday for me at first.
On
the road by 7:15am to catch the 8:25 ferry, followed by a string of
buses, coffee at Starbucks, and training at North Vancouver Brazilian
Jiu-Jitsu's noon class.
The
way home is where it strayed. In a way it remained perfectly
ordinary, full of buses and ferries, but in another manner it was
not. My friend Elizabeth trains at North Van BJJ, but today she was
coming home to visit her folks after class. Really, her home is in
Vancouver now, but she started here on the Coast, and it's where her
family still lives.
That
meant I had company for the trip home, which was a very pleasant
change. Somehow the travel time seemed less harsh. The boat was
running quite late, but even so Elizabeth went strolling up her
parents' driveway at a little after 5pm.
Her
plan was to spend the following morning and afternoon at home, and to
train at our Jiu-Jitsu school's advanced class later in the evening.
It's where she started her martial arts journey, and she rarely gets
to see the old gang.
Everybody
was glad to see her, and several said they would figure out a way to
get to a few Vancouver classes, and Elizabeth was also making plans
to get back on our mat again as soon as she could. It was really
nice. I tried to take a back seat, as I get to see her in the city
almost every Monday.
Getting
back to a hometown can be nice.
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