My last few weeks in England were rather manic. I hate packing with a passion… which is ironic seen as I love to travel. I especially dislike the decision process involved when packing for an extended trip like this – with differing climates and activities. Anyway, after some much needed help and support from my lovely boyfriend, I got there in the end; some ruthlessness was needed!
I managed to say farewell to most of my loved ones (but work got in the way a little as I was working nights), and tried my best to support my family, who are going through some difficult times at the moment.
My emotions have been varied, to say the least: excitement for what’s to come; nervousness for going it alone; gratitude for the opportunities I have; stress caused by my ‘to do’ list; determination to make my trip work; sadness at leaving behind my amazing family, friends and boyfriend; and love for all those people.
At the moment I am treating it as if I am setting off on a holiday (not a backpacking experience, which is very different, as anyone who’s done it knows), and telling myself I can return home whenever I want, which I can. I don’t want to overwhelm myself with the thought that I must stay away for the whole 14 months that my visas allow, and that I will have to scrimp, save and find lots of help-exchanges… as I might have a breakdown if I do!
I have arrived in Vancouver safe and sound after a fantastic flight with Air Canada – the plane was empty! I sprawled over 3 seats and nabbed about 5-6 hours sleep on the 9 hour journey.
Getting public transport to my hostel proved a little bit of a mission with my two large bags (one weighing in at 15kg and one at 7kg), but I managed.
‘Raincouver’ as Vancouver is otherwise known, is living up to its name… it is consistently wet and pretty chilly. I’m not letting the rain get me down though; I am walking everywhere and seeing some of its fantastic sights.
Last time I visited it was autumnal and very sunny, slightly different to this instance. I am also witnessing far more poverty this time round (I don’t know if I’m just noticing it more as I’m alone), it was clearly evident on my evening stroll yesterday; lots of homeless people sleeping rough. It doesn’t make it a bad city though – the sights, sounds and food are a winner!
Until next time!