Canada: The Return of the Queen

So here I am again. Sitting in Squamish in Canada on a beautiful patio. Sipping the home-made Kombucha my new flatmate made, taking in amazing views. And wondering how the hell I got here.

See, I did live in Canada before and as a permanent resident (I wrote about my Canadian journey in my previous post), I have always thought about coming back. Nevertheless, once I settled in Prague, it got harder and harder to leave. I had a great career going on, a nice apartment, and amazing friends with whom we went out a lot. Like – a lot. And if I ever felt lonely, I just hopped on a train and visited my family or friends who lived outside of Prague, yet still close enough. I mean it was not like they lived 8 000 km away (that’s like 5 000 miles?). Now they do.

Don’t get me wrong. I love to be here. I love the excitement of the new adventure. And maybe that’s exactly what I need now. If someone asks me why I left everything behind, I simply don’t know. Maybe I felt trapped in a daily routine. Maybe I lived in a comfort zone for too long. Maybe I didn’t feel like I was growing as a person. And the situation with covid did not help either, I guess. All in all, in December I decided to come back to Vancouver and I bought my plane ticket for mid-January.

As it usually happens, the closer the departure got, the harder it was to leave. A lot happened just days before leaving. I got offered a great career job. I met amazing people. And unfortunately, the covid pandemic got into my family too, causing my grandad to pass away. All this happened over a span of a few days, making me doubt even more about the big move. And finally, two super romantic days spent in beautiful snowy Prague with a wonderful human being was the icing on the cake.

Despite all that, I decided to leave. I was afraid I’d later regret not going. At least I’ll try and see. My motto has become this: “You can always come back home”.

So here I am. (Not sitting on a patio anymore as it got preeetty cold. Which is surprising considering I am in Canada and the calendar says January). Not knowing much what I want to do. The idea is to have a job I like with the possibility of doing it remotely, so I can travel. At the same time, I am missing the routine of having to go to the office. I miss laughing with my colleagues who make fun of my single life that does resemble a tragicomedy sometimes.

So here you have it. Another millennial not knowing what they want because they just want everything. But I don’t think it is necessary a bad thing. So let’s set off on this adventure once again. I am sure it will be worth it.