I am now in possession of a one way ticket to Toronto and limited artistic skills
I’ve gotten pretty good at
leaving. At packing up a season’s worth of clothes, saying goodbye to a season’s
worth of friends – which
is always the part I dread – and
heading to the subsequent destination. Next week will be my seventh move in the
past year and a half including three countries in Asia, and three cities in
British Columbia. It’s a life full of new beginnings and a lot of opportunities
to either get lost or find myself, whichever I prefer.
Now that my arrival plans are finalized for my Toronto trip, excitement
is finally beginning to work its way into my mind. Being at home for the past
month has been relaxing and comforting and just a bit distressing; I’ve caught up
with family and old friends, picked up forgotten habits, and had time to hear
myself think. Nonetheless, I’ve been going stir crazy half the time. My motivation dissipates when I don’t have something to keep me going. The thought of my new downtown
apartment in Toronto and a new job working with Elite Model Management makes me feel
like I’m back on track.
Despite my ticket being a one way purchase, I plan on returning to BC in three or four months after my affair with the east. I did promised my parents I
would not fall in love in love in Toronto and stay there but I make no promises, my
heart is not in the habit of listening to me and I may just fall in love –
either with a man or more likely, with the city itself. Although, it will have to be pretty outstanding to
replace Vancouver or even Tokyo in my heart.
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