Well.
Last Friday I went to work. On Saturday, I woke up, and life, as I had known it, was over. I left London in fog of drizzle, and landed 10 hours later in sunny Vancouver, to be welcomed by my parents, my best friend, and of course, the mountains and ocean, and a new life began.
It feels new, rather than just returning to an old life. I have a new home, which I love (although it's still a construction site in many ways and noisy as hell during the day-Currie hates it), a new neighbourhood, and a new job. But there has also been the comfort of familiar faces of family and friends, and they, more than unpacking or building the 18,000 pieces of IKEA furniture I need to build, have been my priority. It's been a whirlwind: lunches with girlfriends, trips to the dog park with my god-doggy, pub nights with the pals, and family visits, not to mention meeting my new bosses and co-workers. I feel like I haven't sat down since I arrived. It's one way to get over jet lag.
But is it good to be home? Hell yes. As much as I agonized over the decision and wondered if I was doing the right thing, right up until the time I boarded the plane, I have zero regrets. The past five days have been stressful, yes, but full of joy. Having too many people to see is an abundance of riches, in my books. I'm so grateful for all these people who are once again a part of my life.
Last Friday I went to work. On Saturday, I woke up, and life, as I had known it, was over. I left London in fog of drizzle, and landed 10 hours later in sunny Vancouver, to be welcomed by my parents, my best friend, and of course, the mountains and ocean, and a new life began.
It feels new, rather than just returning to an old life. I have a new home, which I love (although it's still a construction site in many ways and noisy as hell during the day-Currie hates it), a new neighbourhood, and a new job. But there has also been the comfort of familiar faces of family and friends, and they, more than unpacking or building the 18,000 pieces of IKEA furniture I need to build, have been my priority. It's been a whirlwind: lunches with girlfriends, trips to the dog park with my god-doggy, pub nights with the pals, and family visits, not to mention meeting my new bosses and co-workers. I feel like I haven't sat down since I arrived. It's one way to get over jet lag.
But is it good to be home? Hell yes. As much as I agonized over the decision and wondered if I was doing the right thing, right up until the time I boarded the plane, I have zero regrets. The past five days have been stressful, yes, but full of joy. Having too many people to see is an abundance of riches, in my books. I'm so grateful for all these people who are once again a part of my life.