I matched with someone who already knew my coffee order — I still think about it.

This week, 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 — I still think about it.

A while ago, 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 — I still think about it.

I have never admitted this, but 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 — I still think about it.

My small Victoria secret is that 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 — I still think about it.

Honestly, 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 — I still think about it.

This week, 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 — I still think about it.

A while ago, 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 — I still think about it.

I have never admitted this, but 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 — I still think about it.

My small Victoria secret is that 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 — I still think about it.

Honestly, 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.