Moving!

When I applied to Universities, UVic and SFU, I wasn't really thinking too hard about things. I more or less just wanted to get it out of the way, and get back to not having to think about those things. I got the acceptance letter from UVic, I had been accepted into my second choice, I was lukewarm about the whole thing and knew I'd have to jump through more hoops to get where I wanted to be. I also applied to SFU at the same time. When SFU accepted me, I was actually excited. That was that, I was off to Vancouver.

If I don't like The Big City, and it turns out to be all those things that people who like small towns say it is, then I will find out for myself. If I like it, and I believe I will, then there's so much more to like about a bigger city. Maybe when I get down to specifics I won't like this Big City, and go find another.

My brain is completely wrapped up and twisted at the possibilities that changing location offer me. I can't tell which are which, but some are pipe dreams, some will happen, but all are possible and dependent on me, and I'm up to that.

I've spent a lifetime here doing something that I had dreamed of doing when I was younger. It was good and bad, but mostly good, and taught me so much and has made me amazingly skilled at what I do. I could stay and things would be great, but I need to close this chapter because I haven't plateaued yet.

Besides, you only get to reminisce when you leave.