And so it begins...

I always have a blog narrative running through my head. "This would be great to write about in a blog... If I were writing a blog, it would say this..." So here goes. My reflections on my life's adventure to the (no so wild) west.

It has been a long, busy and exciting past 2 months! Yes, I have been gone for exactly 2 months today since I pulled out of the driveway, my car practically exploding of my many carefully selected belongings.

The drive out with my dad was wonderful. I was extremely glad to have his company, guidance and help. He was just the right amount of calm, yet forward moving energy for such a big trip. We drove many long days. Some highlights of the drive for me were driving through Kapuskasing, where a good friend of mine grew up, the copious amounts of logging trucks we saw, and finally crossing the boarder into BC. I especially loved it when he was DJ and his first choice of song to play was Fergie. 

The trip was a mixture of extreme excitement and extreme nervousness. I tried desperately to only think about the upcoming excitement, but naturally, it was hard to not let that looming fear creep back into my thoughts. Twelve hours a day (or more!) in a car isn't really ideal for an overthinker like me. 

We did it, finally arriving in Kelowna around dinner time on Friday night. We were fortunate to be welcomed by some relatives of family friends back home. I cannot describe the feeling of having such a warm welcome to a new place, from people who you have never even met before. This began my journey of firsts. 

The next morning, I ventured into my first class at UBCO. I'm hoping the smile on my face covered up all the nerves that were spinning, uncontrollably inside. What was I doing here? Can I really get back into paper writing, textbook reading and this whole school thing? At least I had a mountain view to enjoy through the window for the day... Class ended up being enjoyable, almost fun. I was pleasantly surprised at my ability to keep up with the conversation, yet also realized I have some work to do in understanding some of the deep rooted theoretical background of the discussion. 

My dad remained on for 5 days with me in Kelowna. We were like Energizer Bunnies on steroids. We drove all around town, exploring each area, evaluating the pro's and con's of where to live, getting my car fixed (the transmission was under a recall, which I was unaware of), shopping for upcoming life necessities and eventually settling on a final place to live, in Lower Mission. 

And so it begins...a place to live.