I’m leaving.
There’s no better way to say it than that. I made the subtle hint, but now is the time to confirm what’s about to happen. I’m moving to Vancouver. The past two weeks has been a whirlwind of uprooting my life as I have known it for quite sometime to have it become filled with question marks and well thought plans. I’ve been talking about doing something like this for years. If you ask me, I think I’m finally putting my money where my mouth is. Never did I imagine that Vancouver would be that place to pull me away from what I’ve known as my home during my twenty-seven years of existence, but I guess stranger things have happened.
There’s more than a job waiting for me when I get up there. More so, it’s a future that I feel compelled to seek out to whatever end it might bring me to. The element of adventure is nipping at my heels for sure, but there’s more to the story. Rebecca is there to help me get on my feet once I land. With hope, I’ll be able to make some noise in the city once I get there.
Iowa has treated be well. Granted that I’ve had my fair share of bumps and bruises, but I can’t complain. It’s made me who I am today. From what I can perceive, that has been a pretty decent human being up to his point. I’d also have to say that my parents had more of a stalk in that than my surroundings has.
Just stay tuned. Adventures are sure to follow.