Meanwhile, in the “And by the way, son” department
It has all happened with frightening speed and the reality of
moving out West for the next big adventure is still sinking
in. Sometimes in the pit of my stomach. I am excited about both the work and the chance to live in Vancouver
but in an equal action/reaction kind of way the thought of
leaving Montréal crushes me every time I think about it.
I don't know where the balance is between nuturing the roots
you lay and being able to let go and
explore. ... If it were anywhere but Vancouver I would still be
waffling about it. I have reservations but it seems like too good
an opportunity and one that I would always wonder
about if I'd said no.