I touched on this the other day, the feeling of connectedness we have in this world... truly the best thing we have. And I feel connected here. Threads of peoples lives are weaving with mine and I love every piece of it.
It's quite funny to think that it was only a few months ago that I packed up everything I owned into a 5' x 8' trailer, put it in storage and moved halfway around the world with only three bags (and 3 paddles). I knew no one here. I came on my own. Moved to a city I'd never even visited - a country I'd never visited. And while I knew I'd made the right choice I can't say it was easy.
There were a few cold, lonely, rainy nights where I struggled to find my place. Hid away from the darkness in the comfort of my apartment, alone. A little cocoon... but I had a focus then - finding a place to live, a car to drive and connections to this place. A social circle where I belonged.
Less than three months... that's how long it's been for me to carve out my spot. Find comfort and joy in all that's around me. Happy. Confident. Secure.
I have friends here now - perhaps not as many as I did in Vancouver but there's something different about the people - or perhaps merely the ones I've found - they're real. Open. Honest. Encouraging. I'm not as close to them yet as I was to people back home but I've probably seen more of their true selves than I did of many before them. They share their experiences, their struggles, their journey, their dreams. Connection on a deeper level.
Maybe it's not the people that are different - maybe it's me. Letting myself be more open, more welcoming that's brought this on. Forced to adapt, adjust. Sharing more of myself, getting more in return. I can't say for sure. I just know that it matters. I cherish these interactions and my new found peace. Living each moment and savoring the connections. Every connection. Real life.
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