I've been struggling to write something since moving to Vancouver back in June. Words haven't come as easily to me as they once did. Is it because the city is so loud, or because it makes me tired? Or is it something else entirely?
I like it here. I really do. Please don't misunderstand me, Vancouver is a really neat place, and I really enjoy living in a big city. Everything is so much more accessible here, and catching a bus isn't something that needs to be planned an hour in advance. But it's taking some adjusting to. I think that the people here are nice, but are a lot more guarded than I'm used to - I make a point of being nauseatingly friendly to anyone who I talk to, most of the time they seem glad for it.
Smaller cities have been where I've hung my hat for the past 31 years. Making the leap to a big one has been a challenge. A good challenge, but still a challenge. It feels especially trying lately, but that's not Vancouver's fault. It's just the way things are right now.
I never wanted anything in my life to be easy, but I didn't want everything to feel so difficult either. I remind myself that it's only been seven months, and we're still finding our footing here. It might take a while.
But, this isn't where I will be forever.
That was never the plan.
And that's okay.
I'm here now.
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