From the very first time I saw the mountains, I was hooked. The beauty and awe of what this world was capable of showing me blew my mind. I knew from that young age that I would one day end up living in beautiful British Columbia. I may have known at 10 years old that I was going to live here, but I didn’t know how I was going to do it, and quite honestly, I didn’t think it was possible. The teenage years hit and I numbly went through life trying to figure out who I was and why I couldn’t find happiness no matter where I looked. I kept the longing to move down inside me, how could I move when I didn’t even earn enough to rent my own place? How could I leave my friends and family and the comfortable life I built here?
The day before I turned 21, something in me clicked. Two months earlier, the man I was attached to left for china. I had a high mixture of emotions, but the main one was jealousy that he could leave everything and go half way across the world just like that. Part of my friend group started to move to British Columbia and I still couldn’t go because I had a good career that could take me places. As much as I tried to excel at this job, I would quickly fall into my dampered state and barely be able to do much more then sleep and eat a meal or two. I blew off friends for the fact that I didn’t have the mental strength to get out of my room and face the world.
Once again i was in my spiralling panicked state. At this time my sister was back for the summer and told me something that rekindled my desire to move to BC. So one day before i turned 21, I applied to three places in Revelstoke, BC. I received the best birthday gift that my weary soul needed, I got one of the jobs! Two weeks later I was all packed up and started the 10 hour drive, with my mom happily accompanying me.
We arrived August 1st and the moment we entered the town, i felt at home for the first time in many, many, years. My mom stayed with my for another day before leaving back to Saskatchewan. I still had my brother in town, but i was mixed between feeling alone and feeling on top of the world. I found myself crying from the utter beauty of where i was, and the pure happiness i had for finally chasing my dreams. Back home i found myself crying and saying to myself “i want to go home,” not knowing where this home i was longing for was. I now found myself crying at the fact that i finally found my home. that was, and still is, the most powerful and freeing feeling i have ever felt and continue to feel.
I am so excited to continue to travel the world and see what it all has to offer me. I want to continue to follow the urges of where my soul wants to take me and continue my journey of self discovery. The decision to move may have been the best decision i have made in my life thus far.
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Jaded Roses Rising 