I was sitting on the dock before my last dragon boat practice of the season and it dawned on me that this was probably going to be the last time that I sit in this spot on the dock next to the Gorge Waterway for a very long time; and that in the next 3 weeks in Victoria, I am going to have a lot of lasts coming up in this city that I call home.
I’m packing up and moving on- not for good, when is anything for good- but I am leaving my wonderful friends and my wonderful island for a second time to pursue a new adventure to go to Naples, Italy for a year. My life seems that is a series of back and forths; I leave Canada, I got to Indonesia etc, I come back to Canada. Canada- and especially Victoria will always be my home in my heart but it’s time to move on.
This time I am going prepared from the beginning. I know now what to expect moving to an completely different country. Yes, I know that Indonesia and Italy are not the same AT ALL but the idea of moving somewhere totally new isn’t so daunting if you know kind of what to expect. One of the craziest things that I learned living in Indonesia for a year was no matter how hot it is when you first get there, you WILL acclimatize and you will wish that you brought a nicer sweater than a hoodie. I’m assuming that Italy will be easier to buy clothes in than Bali but I am taking no chances. I know buildings in hot countries are air conditioned all year round and I know how miserable it is sitting in it all day.
Also something that I never thought about when I was going to Bali was I AM GOING TO BE LIVING HERE!! Before moving to Bali all the trips that I had taken were short(ish) backpacking trips. It never occurred to me that I might want to bring pictures or nicknacky things from home. Once I got there and I began making my little Bali house a home, I started missing all those little things that actually make it MY home. My ridiculous in-joke internet drawing of David Tennant that my 4 year roomie framed for me; my Fry figure; a hockey puck; my dragon boating team jersey. Those little things that don’t really mean a lot but when you miss them you REALLY miss them.
It sounds totally superficial that the 2 things that I am using to really prepare for this move are bringing clothes and nicknacks but don’t judge being able to hold a real picture of people (not looking a Facebook pictures) while wearing a sweater until you haven’t been able to do it for almost 2 years.
I’m ready to go. I’m totally excited for a new adventure but at the same time I know now what I gave up last time. I know the friends I missed, the life events I wasn’t there for. My life has 2 sides and I have a hard time making them join up. But I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I am the luckiest person in the world that these are my choices.
Peace K xx<a