I arrived to Kitsilano 7 years ago. I came alone with a car full of everything I owned - no job, no place to live, no friends and only one acquaintance.
I left everything that just wasn't working behind in Ontario - my relationship, my job, my apartment. Or, I guess in truth, some of those things had already left me.
I felt broken, lost and desperately searching for MY home. A place where I felt like I fit. Although I tried, I didn’t fit in Toronto, although I loved my travels I didn’t fit being The Wandering Traveller, I didn’t feel fulfilled in my serving jobs. I didn't fit in the path towards 'success'.
I just couldn’t seem to carve a path that felt right for me.
And I get it, we are never 'broken', but during that time I felt incredibly broken. Just about as lonely and scared as I had ever felt. I was disconnected from my body, ate all the foods that made me feel worse and cried basically all the time.
But Vancouver called me.
I remember the morning I left Calgary. I felt the flutter of anxiety and excitement. It felt as if I was about to jump into a mosh pit blind of the many hands waiting to help me fly, but hoping they were there.
A call from my acquaintance with an offer of a room and loving parents for a couple weeks; later a call from my 'fingers crossed I get that apartment' new roommate; a city full of all the things I love - endless nature, yoga and heath food stores. A walk to the beach and everywhere else. No icy winters was a bonus.
I exhaled. For the first time in a long time something was feeling very, very right.
Perhaps my biggest blessing at that time was getting a part time front desk job at Semperviva. Although, I huffed at it initially, it became a place of deep growth, healing and learning for me. I worked my way to management, collecting real friends, belly laughs, genuine conversations, along with hours and hours (and hours) of yoga.
I was letting go of who I thought I should be and was finally coming back to my self.
After going to The Canadian School of Natural Nutrition, I realized a path really was being carved for me that actually felt good. I loved what I was learning.
And so here in Kits my work progressed. I started teaching more regularly and taking on new clients. I still feel like an absolute beginner but thanks to my mentors, I learned the power of truly working, teaching and living from your heart.
I met my loyal (and quirky;) kiwi husband, Sam, at Greek Days 6 years ago. It was him who challenged my own fears about marriage and kids and showed me that there IS life after those commitments!
Kits was the longest I have chosen to live in one place. It took me in and opened me up. It gave me the opportunities, space and people for me to FINALLY settle into who I am. There is more to learn, more to grow, and more to discover. But I know that my time here is done.
And so. I am writing this sitting on a yoga mat in our small apartment. Surrounded by boxes, empty space and a list of things to pack. But my baby is sleeping and I thought it was a good time to say goodbye.
You might laugh because I am moving to North Vancouver (across the bridge haha!) Not far at all. But not Kits. I am looking forward to more quiet, more space, more trees and rivers. I am looking forward to our veggie garden, family focus and deeper roots. I am so curious and excited about what this next chapter will unfold.
So goodbye, Kits, I will forever be grateful for what you have brought into my life.