After saying goodbye to friends in Croatia, spending my last night in a foreign country’s hospital not understanding doctors or medication being pumped into me (not a fun experience, but and experience all the same. Everything turned out okay!) , spending a couple of days recuperating in Paris , a visit to a friend in London it was time to hit up Canada.
So weird how it was a culture shock coming back to my own country. The colourful plastic money. The Tim Hortons everywhere. It was nice to be in one place for a while. Spent Christmas with a friends family. They were so sweet inviting me into their home. I’m really lucky to have such great people in my life.
I moved into my own apartment (on the outskirts of Vancouver closer to work) and started my Canadian life.
And fuck did it ever make me unhappy!
My life has been wake up at 7am go to work. Be there from 8:30am until 8:30pm eeeeeevery day. No life. I mean I made friends and saw them once a week. For fucks sakes that’s not life. I can’t handle hating my daily life just for a pay heck and to have one day of happiness in SEVEN!
Fuck that noise! So I quit. Bought plane ticket. And I’m packing up again.
Wish me luck!