I was 7 years old when my parents decided to sell our house in a shady neighborhood in East Van and move on to greener pastures. They wanted to raise us in a safer kind of place... so we moved to Surrey. (Ha!)
For the next several years they had to defend their choice to friends and relatives. "It's not like we live in Whalley..." That was kind of true. Our neighborhood was pretty nice and safe. Full of lots of families and not too many vagrants. However, as I got older I noticed that the Whalley grossness was slowly moving closer to us. It was big news around town the first time a hobo showed up in front of the Superstore. We never really had to deal with crime in the area or anything like that.
So it is kind of crazy that 19 years after making the move out to Surrey, it has finally happened: somebody stole my Dad's car!
I don't think he really cares all that much. I bet he's already been looking for a new car! Everybody wins, I guess.
Oh, Surrey. You are just so crazy sometimes.
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