Sunday, 6 October 2013

I'm Still Alive!

Sunday, 6th October 2013; 13:19
Location: Blenz Coffee Shop, Denman St. Vancouver BC, Canada
Why: Because I've Been Paralyzed in Denial.

I just re-read my last post and a lump started to form in my throat. Has it really been 9 months since I hung up my travelling boots? I've done a terrible fail by not continuing my stories in "recent past tense" like I said I would. My sincere apologies.

The truth is I've been in much denial since returning back to Canada. Paralyzed really. Suddenly, I felt like I wasn't interesting to read about anymore. My everyday life was not about whatever new travel experience I was having at the moment. Rather, it became a wash, rinse, and repeat cycle of routine. 


After a couple of months playing "house wife" while my Handsome Young Man brought home the bacon, I got myself a job as a Graphic Designer for a womenswear company in April. While it was nice to use my Illustrator and Photoshop chops again, I was terribly unfulfilled with the company - a stuffy environment of 11 conservative, alpha-type females crammed inside a small design studio in Toronto's Leslieville neighbourhood.

And while my relationship with HYM was good, I was silently disintegrating as my travel spirit slowly began to slip away into nothing but a bunch of memories. Dreams even. As if it never happened. I longed to book a flight, any flight; destination Anywhere. My friend Anna had asked me what do I love more, the travel life or life with HYM. It was a dead on 50/50 so you can see how tormented I was.



I framed a series of photos to remind me that my travels did happened:

Examples of why I loved my life with HYM:


In late May, my Travel Soul Sister Anna made a week long visit to see us. I was giddy with happiness at reuniting with one of the most important friends made on my travels. It was great to just relax at the condo and catch up/reminisce about our experiences on the road. I secretly didn't want her to leave but alas her wandering feet were bound for New York for a short stay at her Aunt's before continuing on her world wanderings back to the Philippines to see family.


All smiles at the condo in Toronto:

But the bubble finally burst and in late July, with a heavy heart, I left HYM and booked a flight back to Vancouver. I felt an instant relief when I hit the "Buy Now" button and a lonely sadness at the same time. 


Being on an airplane always fills me with anticipation and excitement:

I always knew I needed to be back on the West Coast after my travels and the original idea was to return to Vancouver in the next two years after HYM finished his apprenticeship in Toronto.

Well two years was just too long I guess and my heart needed to be back here. So here I am. In my West End neighbourhood, enjoying a coffee after a nice run along Stanley Park Seawall. It's a sunny 17 degrees autumn Sunday and I can breathe a little easier knowing that I've found a lovely apartment at Beach Towers - a much coveted area in the West End with an ocean view. Okay, I haven't officially got the apartment yet but I wooed the management staff and they actually took the apartment off the viewing list this weekend so my application can be processed on Monday. Fingers crossed.

The best part is, in 10 days, HYM will be arriving in Vancouver. Surprise! Love is a force of nature and after a month apart, I got back together with HYM. Together, we are going to continue this crazy love journey on Canada's West Coast. And I'm sure we will be discovering more of BC in the coming months. Stay tuned.

Alright, so that was a quick snapshot of the past 9 months and me feeling sorry for myself. But really, I have much to be grateful for. Actually, writing this piece has just given me a little creative boost. And since this is a travel blog, I should be writing about travel related stories. This post counts no?

And I do have one! A recent road trip! But I'll stop now in case you've lost interest.

If you still think I'm interesting, maybe come back tomorrow and hopefully, I'll have some anecdotes on what it was like to go on a 12 day road trip to the U.S. involving an axe and shovel.

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