Posts tagged ‘Vancouver’

February 26th, 2012

they say you can’t go home

it’s been a year since I left my old job. most of my department left at the same time. we were a tight group. we had fun (bellini fridays aren’t likely to be common at many other workplaces) we watched the family that was our newspaper go through massive changes, bankruptcy, buyouts, layoffs, and i think that made us even closer. these are people i spent 7.5 hours a day 4-5 days a week with. the term “workplace husband” comes to mind (although I don’t have a home husband either so…) i spent more time, shared more of my life with these people than probably any of my friends. they were there when i came back from the dr after tearing up my knee and thought i’d never put on skates again. they were there as i plotted and planned big adventures, they got just as excited as i did. They got excited about the dorky stuff I did, and we celebrated even the smallest of events with… cupcakes, grill cheese, pancakes, the battle of the Finnish and Russian NHL players (to be  noted that of coarse Finland won) just to name a few.

i miss those ladies.

a year later, i kind of realize it was like going through a breakup. I didn’t just leave my job, i moved cities, left my old life behind. and it hasn’t been an easy journey. it’s not like moving cities, moving across the country is probably a lot like moving out of the country when it comes to Canada. friends in my new (insert background filler: I grew up just outside of Toronto – moved to Vancouver – lived there for 15 years – and moved back to Toronto) city don’t get it. my friends in my old city, well we don’t see each other everyday and it changes the relationship. i admit i’m feeling lost and not myself.

you can’t really go home after being away so long.

but life is all about change, more importantly it’s about how you deal with and what you take from change. I’m still learning this. I don’t have access to the restless mind quieting mountain forests. This has been the hardest adjustment. Sometimes a girl just needs to just be left alone and get lost in the woods.

So I’ll be celebrating on March 24th with bellini’s to finally close the door on my BC adventures – thanks to ingredients lovingly mailed from one of those thoughtful BC friends when I first moved back (yeah I KNOW but I was saving them for a super special occassion ;) . And the day after I’ll be laying plans to get the hell out of Toronto for some Scandinavian living. One day I’ll find the city that feels like home to me (Iceland has just been added to the growing list of potential areas). For now I’ll just hope that 2013 brings more snow and focus on channeling all those restless thoughts into awesome art for you to enjoy!

March 18th, 2011

All packed up… and nowhere to go

Well, not really nowhere. It just seems that Greyhound will come pick up at your house, just not 23 boxes in my busy, busy neighbourhood.

Booooooo Greyhound. This now means a last minute White Spot bribing of my friends to help me move said boxes on a Friday morning :)

Mmmmmmmm…. I’ve been wanting to make sure I get one more of White Spot’s famous BC Burger before I leave the West Coast. At least my last minute hiccup worked out for me!

February 27th, 2011

Those were the days…..

I’m not really a pack rat, but I do tend to keep things that mean something. For a really LONG time.

Today, as I was packing my Vancouver life into boxes, I found my old diary. This thing is old. Dates back to 1991 and my tragic High School days right through my move to Vancouver. This thing is better than a bottle of wine, sending me into fits of hysterical laughter. Life was just so much drama back in the day.

I am very happy to be long past the days of being a teenager. Although I’m not 100% sure I am any further along at understanding boys… or life in general for that matter.

But I have come along way since my journey out West back in 1996. I don’t care anymore if you don’t call me back,  I no longer need to drink to have fun {although it does make for some funny stories so I continue to do it} I drink coffee like a grown up, I have a career that seemed to come out of nowhere but really if I’d paid more attention in High School I would have figured it out way sooner… but most importantly I like me.

It’s going to be weird to see all the people who made appearances in my diary again. Now that I’m me, not the messed up kid who filled all those pages with her craziness.