Hello my blogger friends!
Here is a very happy girl; I am writing my first blog post
in my lovely new flat. Thursday became moving day; I have finally
left the hostel lifestyle! No more creeping around a dark crowded dorm room
trying to blindly find underwear, no
more awkward conversations of ‘so where are you from? What are you doing here?’
and most importantly no more embarrassing bathroom corridor moments of forgetting
your clothes… yes it did happen, and hostel towels are VERY small. I am now feeling more like a Vancouverite; settling down in East Van, a fusion of multi-culture,
bohemian travellers and now us!
The 1st August brought around a lot of celebrations,
not only moving day but also the new room-mates birthday! So that means top
priority, alcohol! By the way, I'm living with an Irishman so we basically live
in our own off license. Our neighbours must think we are constantly partying
with all the wine bottles that get put into that recycling bin…. I have a bit
of a cliché roomie. So alcohol may be a popular subject in these blog posts for
the next few months. It wasn't a big birthday celebration but it did have
gorgeous tasty treats and a lovely cooked meal from yours truly, a true
delicacy of ‘spag bol’!
As travellers we didn't have a lot of things to make a house a home so shopping was the next thing on our list. One thing I did learn from moving day, I hate IKEA. It’s got to be the most confusing shopping experience you can have. Last time I went to an IKEA was donkey years ago so I wasn't too worried from what I could vaguely remember from last time, it’s not too bad. How wrong I was. Couldn't have been in there more than 10 minutes before I felt like breaking down and crying right in the middle of the a kitchen called something ridiculous like KALE! We made the decision to just grab whatever and get out of there so we could go back for some well needed hard liquor. Any future IKEA shopping will involve an army of people with specialised skills in code breaking, navigational skills and keeping cool in hostile situations... or on-line.
For the first time ever I'm working in retail. Even though I
had no experience the one and only store that I handed my CV into offered me a
job. The idea of working in retail made me pretty nervous,
I'm more used to rushing around behind a bar attempting to work out slurred
requests which I translate into meaning ‘another pint please darlin’ and ending
the night smelling like a mix of beer and Sambuca… not a good combination,
whether serving it or drinking it. But the friendliness of Canadians is no myth
as I have been so welcomed and truly happy with my job... that's a first.
When I travelled to Vancouver I didn't know what would
become of it. I had just finished a year of studying a mystery subject, as I have
no idea why I took it. Once that was finished I didn''t know what to do. But when you leave
your home, friends and family who all know who you and your trying to start over in a new place with new people, you need show off a bit, be confident about yourself and
be true about you. That was the best thing to ever happen to me, it gave me the
confidence to pursue something I have always wanted to do but been too frightened to admit. 3 years ago I applied for a course in Fashion and I scrap my
application because I got scared. Stupid! I didn't think I would make it and I didn't want to fail (ironic). But, in a such a short time, my experience here
made me be brave to reapply for what I want. So in September next year,
hopefully, I will be back as a student and enjoying my course a million
times more.
So to finish off this post I give one suggestion to all of
you, travel! Even if you completely and utterly happy with your life, you never
know what you might discover in that big wild world.
Wannabe Canadian signing off x
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