I have one week down in Vancouver. This is the first that I’ve felt the desire to make note of being here. Main reason being that I came down with strep throat on Thursday of last week. Just short by a few hours of an exact week, my throat hurt so much that I couldn’t swallow. I’ve never experienced pain in my throat on that level before. When you have something going on in your body like that, your body has this natural reaction to want to flush it out. I had this constant fear of having to swallow the saliva my mouth kept creating. It was a hell of a way to start off this adventure.
The good news is that the job starts this week. The call came back on Friday in the midst of feeling completely awful. I wanted to celebrate so badly, but there was nothing I could do. Regardless, everyone is excited on both sides of the table with the whole operation. This will be my first job in the private sector… in a completely different city… in another country.
Felt good enough from my antibiotics yesterday that Rebecca and I walked along the seawall in Stanley Park. Saw three seals cruising along the coastline, most likely feeding. It was enough to make me stop and realize that this isn’t just my new home… this is new.