337/365 – people to thank who have had an impact on me. I’ve heard the city I call home being referred to as Ditchmond instead of Richmond. I guess it was coined back in the day when Richmond was mostly ditches but I guess it’s now come to mean its boring-ness and lack of anything fun to do? I could be wrong but whomever has that perception hasn’t really had the experiences I have had. It’s weird to me but as soon as I cross any bridge or the tunnel back into Richmond, I feel a sense of ease – weird, I know. I was born in New Westminster and moved to Richmond when I was 7. I remember the old Richmond and the sense of community we had. Yes, I am saddened by what I see in some parts of Richmond – yes, change is inevitable but you don’t have to like it. I am very fortunate to be living in a part of Richmond (Steveston) where there is community – the neighbours talk to you and wave, the dog walkers give you a nod, and a lot of people know who you are. I went to a wine festival last night and there were so many Richmond-ites. I knew a good dozen or so and it was nice just saying hi and connecting. The other day I needed some supplies for a Prince inspired costume – our staff has amazing year end parties – and I put my message into a Richmond forum and was given a purple umbrella, purple hair accessories and a purple shirt (all free) to use and then return. Wow! You really don’t get to pick where you live when you are growing up but you do as an adult. I have stayed in the same city where I was raised and probably will move when I retire – Europe baby – but until that time, I do like the inhabitants of Richmond who make my city a place I want to continue to live in (and work in). Thank you fellow Richmond-ites for keeping the Richmond that I grew up in more or less intact and for making me feel happy to live in this city!