Well, I have officially been back on the West Coast for a week… and, I have to say, it’s good to be home. Apparently this is the most obvious statement I could make, based on the number of emails I got over the weekend from friends and fellow bloggers who mentioned that I look happy/at peace being back here. It helps that the sun’s been out everyday, with temps as high as 24°C. (Sorry to hear it’s snowing in Toronto… oh wait, I’m really not.)
To give you a quick update, a lot has happened in the last week. I left Toronto last Tuesday and, after a quick layover in Calgary, landed in Victoria around 11pm. In the 40 hours that followed, I slept (not much), went for a quick hike, put 6 months of insurance on my car, ran a million errands, saw friends and family, then came over to Vancouver to begin my apartment hunt. I’ve been crashing with a friend since Thursday, while apartment hunting and getting settled at my new co-working space.
It’s basically been go go go since I’ve been back. One minute, I’m loving the spontaneity that comes with having no real ties here. When apartments are ready to be viewed, I can go see them immediately. When friends ask me to hangout, I can say yes and leave on a whim. And then there are the new faces who have surprised me at coffee shops, taken me on walking tours of the city (the pic above is from the New Westminster Quay), and invited me out to lunches. Everything feels new here, which has me constantly guessing and smiling.
But then I have moments where all I want to do is scream or cry out of frustration. I want to find an apartment! I want to setup a home and start my life. The fact that my aunt was recently diagnosed with cancer (again) probably doesn’t help, because it’s stirred up a number of emotions, all of which have left me feeling incredibly homesick. I’m so so so excited that she is coming over here for work next week, so I can spend some quality time with her.
I also feel like I’m putting people out, by crashing with them. Even though no one has done anything to make me feel that way, I have a tendency to feel guilty about taking up space in people’s homes. I feel like I’m disrupting routines and, even though the offers to stay with people keep coming in, there is a part of me that feels bad for accepting. I guess that’s something I need to get over and just focus on finding a place of my own so I can get out of their way.
The one thing I have had to come to grips with is the fact that I will probably need to wait until May 1st to move into my own apartment. There was a place available for April 1st that I loved, and I did everything I could to try and get it, but the owner had shown it to too many other people before me. I followed up on Monday and he finally got back to me saying he really liked me but had chosen to rent it to someone else, so I had to kiss that one goodbye.
What that means is that, as soon as I secure something for May 1st, I’ll probably move back to Victoria until it’s time to bring my things over. I guess that’s not such a bad thing, since I’ll get to squeeze in more quality time with the fam and my friends. But I’ll be anxiously waiting to get back here…
Anyway, that’s all for me. How’s your week going? :)