Vancouver, my first big move. Although I have traveled and lived in different countries with family and friends, when I moved to Vancouver, Canada it was the first time I had done it by myself. I was nervous, but super excited to finally take the step that I was thinking of doing for a while. I graduated university, quit my job, had one to many goodbye parties (according to my friends) and a few months later I packed my bags and took a plane over to Vancouver.
I was lucky to have some childhood friends there that were willing to help me out while I got settled. I had some ideas of what I wanted to accomplish when I moved to Vancouver, some of them the usual ideas: find a job, live in a nice apartment, make friends. Others related to enjoying other activities: get back into rock climbing, hiking, being outdoors more often, get fitter in general, and explore my art hobby further. And a girly one also: go on dates and get to meet someone special (yes I have girly dreams, sometimes).
Vancouver was definitely the place to go to get into outdoor activities, with mountains, rivers, lakes and ocean, it’s a good place to be. I managed to get into climbing quite soon after I moved there, I got fitter (maybe not a super athlete, but a lot fitter than what I was during university years) and enjoyed camping and being outdoors often. I also managed to try out other things like: sky diving, snowboarding and snowshoeing. I made a nice group of friends and we enjoyed what Vancouver has to offer: live bands, concerts, cafes, bars, good international food, art, outdoor movies, biking, and beautiful summer days (and the crazy amount of rain was not too terrible). I got a job with a nice environment (cool people to work with), completed a continuing studies certificate in fine arts at Emily Carr University, and got into other hobbies like yoga and kickboxing. And even though it wasn’t a forever relationship (and like any others had good and not that good times), I found someone and it helped me grow and get a lot of the things that I was looking for while there.
It has been almost two years now since I left Vancouver, but I am so proud about my time there. Looking back makes me realize how I managed to get everything I set out to do in the 3 and a half years that I was there, I know it helped me get to where I am now. And I’m so happy to have made the friends I met there (and the ones I got to know a little more after I moved there).