A GOOD LIFE, ALMOST

When I booked my one way ticket to Vancouver, little did I know that I would experience loneliness, isolation, self-realization and a bunch of amazing people altogether. Moving to the new city is never easy. I had two bags and a head full of fear as well as curiosity. Almost nine months later, it feels like a new birth (pun intended). Countless ghosts outs, unplanned meet ups and millions of job rejections later I realized that the beauty of life lies in its spontaneity. The very city I wanted to leave few months back now feels like home.
Fear of the unknown is one of the most primal feelings known to man. We do not know what awaits us and how would life be when we make that move. Everyday things seem challenging and disappointments litter the way. I remember playing Bollywood music and having wine by myself in my apartment. I would hope that maybe if I push myself to accept life this way, it would be much easier. It lacked people. And somehow, I learnt to appreciate my friends more. I learnt that I had to step out, make the cringe move of saying a hi and hope I'd meet a good person. These skills rust when you're 26. The usual excuse is that everyone already has friends and there is no spot for you. This is where you change. You either pack your bags and leave or you stay and wait. I chose the latter and I am still learning .
What is this happiness anyway? Meeting up with the girls and ranting about personal life under the influence of a few good stouts? Watching a Kelly Rowland song and brainstorming together how she never got the text back on Excel? Or meeting over a brunch and laugh till you've burnt all those calories from the bread? It is never a smooth ride for anyone. Bumps, tiny or huge, emotional and not so emotional are everywhere. If you have your bunch of amazing people around you, these bumps become so much more tolerable. Here's to you, Vancouver. May you always rain and throw some sun at us occasionally.