Remember that time I said I was moving on the 1st of March? Well, that changed – hence my lack of blogging.
I moved to Vancouver yesterday, and I can’t say I’ve really come to terms with it quite yet. Meghan and I have both realized we’re in denial, and that I must just be on another one of those Vancouver-trips I go on all the time. The past day has made us both very aware that three months apart will not work, so we’re gonna have to fix that. I’m currently on the friend and house hunt here in the city, trying to get everything sorted out for when Meghan finally comes.
Anyways, I’ve been thinking a lot about what I want in life, and where I want it. I haven’t figured any of that out yet, but I do know that for the most part, I’ve made decisions I’m proud of up until now. I spent a lot of time today sitting in bed thinking that I had made a terrible mistake moving to the city. I had build a really great life for myself in Victoria, I knew people I needed and wanted to know, and could get what I needed done, and it was all hassle free. That’s when I realized, it was too easy. With great effort comes great reward, or something. Where I’m going with this, is I got everything I needed done there, but it was easy. I accomplished amazing things there, but without the challenge, I never felt satisfied. I also realized that I’ve made a lot of decisions about my life, approximately all of them give or take a few. And I’m thrilled with who I am, and where I am, usually. Everything I have and everything I am is because of the decisions I’ve made, and every single of them turned out exactly how it needed to in that point in time.
Long story short, maybe right now I’m scared, and I have cold feet – but in the end, this is what I needed, I’ve never let myself down, and I will accomplish what I came here to get done. Whatever that may be, I’ll figure that out in time.
I’m going on an adventure tomorrow, maybe I’ll find a clue.