Early days in Vancouver

Well, it's been a week and I'm slowly adjusting to my new surroundings. One of the ways I'm rooting down to rise up is by taking photos as I wander through my new life. Here's a glimpse of what my eyes have seen:

The first tag that I noticed on my first day in Vancouver.

The skyline from Main Street

My buddy Clint is a super cool dude who is housing me and I'm grateful for his affectionate, loving support. You are the bees knees Clint! Muuah! Here's a peep at his dudecentric antique shop on Main Street:

Then there's my sweet dear beautiful Debora, who took me to the beach and fed my soul:




And showed me the Lost Lagoon with its golden trees.

I am so blessed and lucky to have such awesome, nurturing friends here. They are part of my root system and I am grateful for them.

But it hasn't been all wandering around looking at the beauty of Vancouver, I've also been busy trying to find work so I've been firing off my CV and going in for interviews at temp agencies. Here's a photo I snapped from the 18th floor of a high rise on Hornby Street where I sat for hours doing computer skills testing.

At Burrard Sky Train station, here's a photo of a slightly shabby painted whale I'm sure every Vancouverite overlooks but I found it cute.

It snowed yesterday and here's proof from the sky train:

Well, it seems I'm really off on this new adventure. The yogic mantra of you gotta root to rise is reverberating in my soul and forcing me to face my old fears and the old debris I've had buried while I've been an expat swanning around Europe for years. This is what it means to come home with your treasures. It is now my work to face my sorted history and my undone laundry, and to see how I've grown, to test my mettle, to use the skills and knowledge I've attained aboard and to apply it to my new life back home. This is the task of the returning wanderer...

So here I go rocketing into the great known unknown to battle my dragons. Wish me luck!

All photography by Shehani Kay.