It's Waining and Powing.

My Father and I arrived at the Vancouver Airport. It is large I'm sure you could fit everyone from my town in it and live in it comfortably. The lights look like trees, and everything is very clean. 

The first loving greeting I hear "hey, you stupid hooker!" as two friends share a large hug (it confuses me how some people can greet each other like this). I over hear a women talking on her phone she wines about the weather "it's Waining and Powing outside"! 

I already miss everyone close to me. I find myself wanting to reach into my bag to text, but my phone ditched me to stay in Canada so I can't. I miss you all.