Leaving Vancouver was one of the hardest things I had to do. I tried not to think about this as I muscled my way through packing up all our stuff and cleaning our old apartment on Bute Street but it was impossible not to when I was leaving a great job, a great apartment and the serenity of a Vancouver springtime.
I suppose it was the idea of moving away and discovering new places that pushed me forward to making the decision with enthusiasm. I had applied and been accepted into three organisations or NGO's that would keep me relatively busy over the six months of Morgan's contract. People did ask why I seemed to want to spend so much time away from my husband but in my opinion, you only get to do this kind of thing once.
So I said goodbye to friends and work colleagues, had a hand to the airport with my four gigantic bags and left for London, where I would spend the next couple of weeks storing the baggage at Morgan's relatives and enjoy checking out the city in which I would afterwards come back to.
I pressed my nose against the window of the plane as I looked out on the Greater Vancouver cityscape and surrounding mountains. The weather had finally started to break after an incredibly rainy spring and the view was gorgeous. I sure had my rose tinted sunglasses on as I reminisced on what I had left. Still, I had a lot to look forward to before I needed to worry about job hunting in the uncertain economy of London. There was Delhi, Rajasthan, Ladakh and South India to explore first.
