I moved to Vancouver (and Canada) exactly seven years ago today!
This also marks the longest Iâ€™ve ever lived in one place in one stretch â€“ Iâ€™ve lived in Vancouver longer than Iâ€™ve lived anywhere else.
In a way it feels like Iâ€™ve lived here forever.
I think that inherently Iâ€™m a nomad; I used to think that five years was a long time to stay in one place.
I donâ€™t know anymore, sometimes it feels like I just arrived, it felt like I was on vacation for years. Iâ€™m not sure when that changed.
The first year was a bit of a blur, I was a little unsure of myself â€“ there were so many things that I wanted to do and so many other things I wanted to stop doing.
My friend K. who moved here around the same time as I, moved to Hong Kong last fall, I envy her a little, jealous of the her new beginning, the rush that comes with starting anew, especially when the one’s older, wiser and bolder.
I had a dream a couple of days ago, it’s a recurring one that I often have. I’m always preparing for a trip, going someplace I’d rather not be, the circumstances are always the same, Iâ€™m leaving behind loved ones, going out alone to a strange land where I don’t speak the language.
It’s always heartbreaking and even in my dreams I find it overwhelming, it’s like my own personal nightmare.
Itâ€™s been seven years of great memories and discovery, this place allows me to be myself, or reinvent myself if need be â€“ which is why Iâ€™ll probably be here for a little while more.