Don't Call Me Yankee, Please.
That time finally came—I have moved to the United States of America. It didn’t really hit me until I was walking Marty around the neighbourhood and through the deserted, foggy park today. The gremlin has finally learned to walk without yanking on the leash and the daily walks has turned more into a time of meditation for me.
People I encounter usually ask me what I will miss most about Vancouver and I usually tell them the food. For the most part, that is true. I will miss the late night sushi runs, the midnight bubble tea sessions, and variety of cuisines scattered throughout the city. However, what I realized recently was that I am truly going to miss the landscape. A beautiful city with a beautiful backdrop of mountains, trees, and water. Seattle is relatively similar, except everything feels like it’s a million miles away. I’m thankful to have had a chance to live where many can only imagine and hope that one day I will return to motherland that is full of good food, granolas, and high real estate prices.
Change is usually a good thing, to me at least. Sure there are drawbacks, discomforts, etc. but what fun would life be if it were stagnant? Perhaps this is the time to balls up and start hiking or take up long distance running, or whatever the west coast active lifestyle entails. Yeah, right.Photo via James Moes (The photo above is Grouse Mountain, in case anyone is wondering.)