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, Tarantino-styled diner. Parks with wallpaper-like views of the mountains. Or that smiling barista who somehow makes you hate Mondays a little less.

But my favourite moment is the late-afternoon stroll — the kind where the “it’s summer!” kind of sunset blinds you for a second, and everything feels alive.

Hastings-Sunrise isn’t just a neighbourhood — it’s a rhythm. Shaped by people who live, work, and care here. That sense of belonging seeps into everything, shaping the stories and faces I’m drawn to follow.

This place holds a piece of my soul — rough around the edges, warm at the core. A neighbourhood where I know my grocer by name, stop to chat with a friend on the street, and make afternoon plans with a neighbour.