Happy One Year to me. That’s right, today marks one year living in London. It continues to be an adventure I don’t regret for a second. While it has brought me great joy, fun, and experiences I’ll never forget, it’s also brought me great pain for what I have left behind in Canada. However it is pain that I have learned to handle and channel because I must… because it is inevitable that life will continue this way, no matter where I am.
As many of you will know, I recently returned home for a couple of weeks for my mom’s birthday. For a few months leading up to going home, I was as excited as I had been when I originally came to England – I missed Canada, my family, and my friends and I couldn’t wait to be back. As soon as the plane was flying over London in departure for Canada though, I suddenly felt like I already missed London. And then when my flight departed Vancouver headed back to London, I felt like I missed Vancouver too. I felt like I belonged everywhere and nowhere at the same time.
The sad part about travelling is that the more places I see, the more I am dissatisfied with any one place. As my friend Adam says, “why can’t I just have one utopia city with a piece of every place I love?”. And while I meet new awesome people as my travels continue, I also leave behind those who helped me get here. Unfortunately, that’s just the way of it. I can only hope that those people I have left behind continue to keep in touch and be there for me when I do return home.
While it feels like I have barely scraped the surface of my travelling ambition, I think I’ve got a good start in this past year:
My ambitions for 2013 include:
I’m not sure if I’ll get to all those places in a year, but it’s definitely a goal to strive for.
So here I stand, with one year abroad gone and about 10.5 months left on my work visa. Whether I can stay or have to go at the end of it is yet to be seen, but for now I am living as best I can within my circumstances and I intend to keep on doing it.