
In November, my fifteen-year-old daughter and I took off for ten days. We’d been planning on moving to Vancouver, next summer, in order for me to set up a brick-and-mortar shop, for the kids to be able to enjoy better arts programs in school, to avoid having to endure any more Quebec winters and to take some time to travel up and down the West Coast, and we thought it was high time we check it out before making any solid plans.
It was Ava’s first time on a plane and she had had many misgivings prior to take off but, once we reached our maximum altitude and our fellow passengers began to unbuckle and move about about, she settled in...