I matched with someone who already knew my coffee order — and it happened again.

I have never admitted this, but we had apparently crossed paths at the same café for months. I thought it was romantic until they admitted the barista had told them. I still laugh every time I pass the same spot.

My whole office thinks I love hiking — and it happened again.

My small Victoria secret is that i mentioned one walk around Elk Lake during my interview and now every team-building event involves a trail. I own one pair of boots and they are mostly decorative. It has become one of those oddly specific local memories.

I move my neighbour’s recycling bin back every windy night — and it happened again.

Honestly, they still think the municipality has an unusually attentive collection crew. I have never corrected them. I am sharing it here because my friends are tired of hearing about it.

I take visitors to the same “secret” viewpoint every time — and it happened again.

This week, i act like I discovered it myself even though half of Victoria is already there at sunset. I still laugh every time I pass the same spot.

I chose an elective because the classroom was close to the bus loop — and it happened again.

A while ago, it ended up becoming my favourite course and quietly changed what I want to do with my life. It has become one of those oddly specific local memories.

My family group chat has a secret second group chat — and it happened again.

I have never admitted this, but the second one exists only to discuss what happens in the first one. Somehow I am an administrator in both. I am sharing it here because my friends are tired of hearing about it.

I have lived here for years and still get lost downtown — and it happened again.

My small Victoria secret is that i pretend I am taking the scenic route whenever someone is in the car with me. I still laugh every time I pass the same spot.

I am tired of people stopping at the top of escalators — and it happened again.

Honestly, there is an entire city behind you. Please take two more steps before deciding where your life is going. It has become one of those oddly specific local memories.

I thanked a parking meter after it accepted my card — and it happened again.

This week, a stranger heard me and said, “It has been working hard today.” We both nodded seriously. I am sharing it here because my friends are tired of hearing about it.

To the person who returned my scarf on the harbour walkway — and it happened again.

A while ago, you ran after me through the wind just to hand it back. I was too surprised to ask your name, but you made my week. I still laugh every time I pass the same spot.