Hastings Sunrise

11 a.m. line-up for brunch on a lazy Sunday. Hairdressers, one for every music and fashion style people around here follow. A juicy burger in a laid-back diner with a Tarantino twist. Parks with wallpaper-like views of the mountains. Or that smiling barista who somehow makes you hate Mondays a little less.

All these little moments are what make this neighbourhood what it is. It’s built by the people and the businesses within it — and the fact that most business owners are deeply rooted in the community creates an easily addictive atmosphere. One that makes you feel welcome, accepted, and respected — like friends who just haven’t known each other long enough yet.

This environment is where a good piece of my soul lives. A small, rough-around-the-edges but warm-inside kind of community. I once ran away from that, only to realize I was always searching for it again. A place where I know my grocer by name, stop to chat with a friend on the same street, and make afternoon plans with a neighbour.

Hastings-Sunrise isn’t just a neighbourhood — it’s a rhythm. Built by people who live, work, and care here.