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The Pitfalls of Being in Your Twenties

In Canada, Europe, Poland, rambling editorials, United States on January 25, 2013 at 11:42 pm

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I was short on inspiration to write for the bigger part of the month, and that is mostly because of the very exciting new addition to my life.

No, I’m not pregnant! My US work authorization arrived in the mail around mid-December and once the Christmas festivities ended, I really had no more excuses to postpone my plunge into the not-so-handsome job market. In other words, January brought the lovely pitfalls of being an immigrant looking for a job fresh out of college.

It’s been a while since I first heard my friends’ hysterical stories about the dreaded prospect of turning your hard-earned degree into a minimum wage job (also probably stolen from a high schooler). Working an unpaid internship, and running tables at a nightclub over the weekends,  juggling several part-time jobs 7 days a week for months at a time. While these may be very common stories, they come from some not so ordinary young people who lack neither poise nor brains to succeed, but just like me, chose to do a degree that doesn’t translate into a sellable set of skills.

We made our choices way before the prestige of a solid university degree began to crumble. If we only knew! Newsweek‘s Joel Kotkin hit the note just right when he dubbed young Americans the Generation Screwed.

“The unemployment rate for those 18 to 29 is 50 percent above the national average, and even those who have landed jobs are often overqualified and underpaid. They’re swimming in debt, recording unprecedented levels of stress, and most will never be able to achieve the economic status or lifestyles their parents enjoy.”

Maclean‘s Chris Sorensen and Charlie Gillis followed in the footsteps publishing an article on emergence of well-educated, smart Canadian underclass. The article took facebook by storm and I took note – I’m neither American nor Canadian but that is now also my reality.

I was an international student about to complete my degree in Canada when the European economic crisis reached its peak. It seemed unrealistic to count on a decent-paying job back in Poland when I could do financially better staying and working a minimum wage job. There may be nothing to be ashamed trying to get by working odd jobs, but that’s probably not what I imagined when I decided to invest in overseas education.

There is a high price my generation is now paying for being hoaxed into thinking that higher education open doors, when in reality the market pushes us to “rebrand” ourselves in order to become “sellable.” Because the degree itself is not. Something we could have done without enduring the ridiculousness that happens at top-tier universities. What I’m referring to is a psychological toll of stress, academic rat race and unrealistic expectations for the future – things that university students feed off, and are being fed by academia.

If you are in your twenties, you have to be prepared to let go of the high hopes and your shortcut to success. Get ready to start from scratch, again and again. Expect nothing, be ready for anything. So there is that, but there is also more freedom to explore non-traditional paths to making a name for yourself – and that will require a lot more creativity and drive than any college degree can offer.


Weekly Photo Challenge: 2012 in Pictures

In British Columbia, Canada, Minnesota, Nashville, Photography, Roadtripping, South Dakota, Tennessee, Texas, United States, Vancouver, Washington, Weekly Photo Challenge, Wisconsin, Wyoming, Yellowstone Park on December 30, 2012 at 10:58 pm

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We started in May 2011, and in October 2012 we completed a roadtripping circle! My husband is the best driver and I finally learned how to set that damn tent.


January set off in Vancouver with 3 weeks of rain at a time. Daily entertainment featured construction work across the street, Punjabi music and our landlords getting drunk in the hot tub. We returned to sanity over a weekend trip to Dallas to attend a Texan wedding and welcome Joe to the family.



February marked frequent drives across Canada/US border to get cheap gas and breath boho-grunge.


In March I cried over a scholarship I got to do an Indonesian language course in Wisconsin. April was spent packing and anticipating.


May. Rained followed us across America but who cares about the rain when you’re in Yellowstone. Better risk your life by a) getting hit by a bison, b) falling over to a geyser, or c) loosing your sight in a snow blizzard, than leaving Yellowstone without good pictures. True story.


Want to take a picture of Mount Rushmore? Well, you can’t unless you pay us $10 for parking. We ended up in the beautiful Black Hills forest but I pulled off a Polish and found my way to steal a pic anyway.


Farmers, farmers everywhere. No one seem to bring tents to camping sites anymore, RVs is where it’s at.


In June we made it to the dairy land and saw a wonderful friend of ours.  I did plenty of yoga and conversed in Indonesian.


August-September. I ate fried food, I ate fatty food, I ate sugary food. No regrets.


We toured the most haunted town in Texas.


October. Nathan lands a job in Nashville. November. We still don’t have furniture (the glory of the inflatable bed). December. Post-grad angst while editing my resume for the millionth time.

Canadian Fall (retrospective)

In Canada, Toronto on November 28, 2012 at 3:28 pm



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There may be no other nation in the Western world that identifies itself with nature as strongly as young Canadians do. If you asked a stranger what is it Canada is known for, you will probably hear something along the lines of mountains, wilderness and maple syrup (and maybe hockey), but an average Canadian doesn’t have it easy to access what Canada has best to offer. Even though Canada is the 2nd largest land mass in the world, in fact 80% of Canadian population live in compact urban areas (Toronto, Montreal, Calgary, Vancouver). Nevertheless, Canadian truly love their outdoors recreation and virtually everyone’s dream getaway is a weekend at a lodge hidden deep in the forest. And what better season to do so than fall season? Unfortunately it’s not that cheap to enjoy Canada’s natural beauty, so experiencing gems such as hiking in Banff National Park or skiing at Whistler probably remains out of reach for most people. Nevertheless, even stuck in an urban jungle like Toronto one could occasionally get their fair share of Canadian nature experience, and it is as simple as taking subway to High Park or a drive to Algonquin Park.

My favorite trip as a student was staying at a rented lodge on the lake near Huntville. This was actually the first time I tried s’mores which are a delicious (and overwhelming) combination of roasted marshmallow with layer of chocolate sandwiched between two pieces of graham cracker.   But when compelled to take some courses on environmental science, I actually learnt that Canadian politics don’t really reflect popular fascination with nature. Indigenous People living in Canada have experienced a long history of oppression and discrimination, Canadian boreal forests are at risk and the tar sand project in Alberta was declared by some as the largest man-made environmental distaster in history. It’s hard to make sense of it all!

Być może nie ma wśród zachodnich krajów drugiego narodu który identyfikuje się z naturą tak silnie jak młodzi Kanadyjczycy. Gdybyśmy zapytali przypadkowego przechodnia z czym kojarzy mu się Kanada prawdopodobnie usłyszelibyśmy coś w stylu góry, dzika natura, syrop klonowy (no i może coś o hokeju), ale tak naprawdę Kanadyjczycy wcale nie mają łatwo żeby czerpać przyjemność z tego co mają najlepsze. Pomimo, że Kanada jest drugim co do wielkości terytorium na świecie, w rzeczywistości 80% Kanadyjczyków mieszka na teranie miejskich aglomeracji (Toronto, Montreal, Calgary, Vancouver). Jednak bez względu na wszystko  Kanadyjczy kochają swoją przyrodę i wypoczynek na wolnym powietrzu. Chyba nie przesadzę mówiąc, że marzeniem przeciętnego Kanadyjczyka jest spędzeniem weekendu w lodge czyli w drewnianym domu w stylu leśniczówki, najlepiej położonym na skraju lasu i daleko od cywilizacji. Oczywiście nie ma na to lepszego sezonu niż jesień. Problem jednak może stanowić to, że wcale nie jest tanio cieszyć się tym co kanadyjska przyroda ma do zaoferowania, a takie perełki jak trekking w Parku Narodowym Banff czy wyjazd na narty do Whistler są mało osiągalne dla przeciętnego człowieka. Mimo to chętny zawsze znajdzie sposób na wyrwanie się z  miejskiej dżungli i posmakowanie pięknej kanadyjskiej jesieni. W Toronto wystarczy wsiąść w metro i przejechać się do High Park’u, albo wynająć samochód i udać się na wycieczkę do Parku Algonquin 300km na północ od Toronto.

Do moich ulubionych studenckich doświadczeń zaliczam weekendowy wypad do wspomnianej już lodge (niedaleko Huntsville, pod lasem na skraju jeziora – magia!) którą rodzina moich przyjaciół wynajmuje już od wielu, wielu lat. To właśnie tam zakosztowałam słynnego przysmaku o nazwie s’more, czyli łakocia w formie kanapki z krakersów ze smażoną w ogniu pianką marshmallow i rozpuszczoną czekoladą (pyszne, ale ogłupiające słodyczą). Cała to zainteresowanie kontaktem z naturą podkusiło mnie o zapisanie się na uniwersytecie na przedmioty związane z nauką o środowisku, i tam niestety się dowiedziałam, że priorytety kanadyjskiego rządu niekoniecznie pokrywają się z wszechobecną fascynacją dziką przyrodą. Pierwotni mieszkańcy obecnego terytorium Kanady od dawna są dyskryminowani przez prawo, kanadyjska tajga jest zagrożona, a projekt wydobycia ropy naftowej z piasków bitumicznych w prowincji Alberta są przez niektórych uważane za największą klęskę naturalną za jaką odpowiedzialny jest człowiek. I jak to wszystko ogarnąć?!


Harvest Season

In Canada, United States on November 27, 2012 at 4:32 am


Come forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher. The Tables Turned, William Wordsworth

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Harvest Season is my favorite time of the year in North America. Coming from a country where the arrival of colder, darker days brings about a popular state of withdrawal (or worse – depression, anxiety, you-name-it), I can more than appreciate a tradition that encourages people to seek out and create positive experiences that will carry them through the autumn season. Autumn season was always a time of the year that I was looking forward to, and after it has been 5 years since the last time I experienced it at home, it makes me extra homesick when leaves start to fall. But it may actually be a good thing to be spending it here because there is absolutely no way to feel under the weather. When summer closes to an end and high spirits begin to drop, there is a guaranteed boost of adrenaline as everyone is suddenly reminded of a countdown to Halloween. Halloween craze is certainly a game-changer when it comes to dealing with early signs of winter blues,  but it’s everything in between that creates special energy as people celebrate their relationship with nature. In the time leading up to Thanksgiving, it’s the charm of spending time at a local farm, picking apples, squash and turnip greens. At home, it’s baking pumpkin pies, roasting chestnuts and drinking  apple cider with cinnamon and cloves. For kids, it’s the excitement of visiting a pumpkin patch, playing in a corn maze and of course, trick-or-treating. I get a warm and fuzzy feeling just from seeing houses beautifully decorated with flowering mums, smiling scarecrows and piles of gourds. Instead of dreading the coming of winter, people take inspiration from Mother Nature and let their creativity run wild during the months of September to November, staying happy and positive despite little sunshine and low temperatures.

For more visual inspiration check out Harvest Festival happening in Ontario/Canada, or Vancouver’s Parade of Lost Souls Festival. Last but not least, here is a magical photodiary taken by local Nashville folks celebrating Thanksgiving in style.


We would worry less if we praised more. Thanksgiving is the enemy of discontent and dissatisfaction. – Harry A. Ironside




Czas Żniw jest moim ulubionem okresem roku po zachodniej stronie oceanu. Pochodząc z kraju gdzie wraz z nadejściem chłodnych, ponurych dni społeczeństwo wpada w zbiorowy stan melancholijno-depresyjny, doceniem w północnoamerykańskiej kulturze to, że   zachęca do budowania wokół siebie pozytywnych doświadczeń które pomagają w przebrnięciu przez ten trudny jesienny okres. Jesień zawsze była wyczekiwaną przeze mnie porą roku, więc po pięciu latach od kiedy poraz ostatni spędziłam ją w Polsce najbardziej tęsknie za domem właśnie wtedy kiedy zaczynają spadać jesienne liście. Ale w zasadzie spędzanie jesiennego okresu w Ameryce wychodzi mi na dobre, bo nie ma tutaj szans żeby czuć się przygnębionym. Kiedy lato dobiega końca, a dobre nastroje spadają, tutaj jest to moment na rozpoczęcie odliczania do Halloween, czyli gwarantowany zaszczyk adrenaliny. Nastrój halloween’owej gorączki napewno wiele zmienia w kwestiach walki z objawami sezonowej chandry i marazmu, ale to co tak naprawdę tworzy wyjątkową energię jest przede wszystkim zawarte między wierszami, czyli w sposobie w jakim świętuje się tutaj nasz związek z natura. W okresie poprzedzającym Święto Dziękczynienia w okolicznych sadach i ogrodach warzywnych robi się tłoczno od chętnych na sezonowe warzywa i owoce. W domu piecze się jabłecznik i ciasto dyniowe, smaży kasztany i przygotowuje cydr jabłkowy z laską cynamonu i goździkami. Dzieci wpadają w euforię w oczekiwaniu na otwarcie dyniowego pola, zabawę w kukurydzianym labiryncie, no i  oczywiście szturmowanie domów sąsiadów w poszukiwaniu słodyczy czyli słynną tradycję cukierek albo psikus. Robi się ciepło na sercu od samego widoku ślicznie udekorowanych ogrodów w kwitnące chryzantemy, uśmiechnięte strachy na wróbłe i różnobarwne dynie. Zamiast poddawać się jesiennej chandrze, Amerykanie i Kanadyjczycy czerpią inspirację z przemian natury i kretywnie spędzają okres od września do listopada co pozwala im utrzymać pozytywne nastawianie pomimo pochmurnej pogody i niskich temperatur.

Tutaj możecie znaleźć zdjęcia z Harvest Festival, corocznego wydarzenia odbywającego się z okazji jesiennej równonoc na wolnym powietrzu 240km od Toronto, dedykowanemu kreatywności, samoekspresji i muzyce elektronicznej. Tu zobaczycie zdjęcia, a tutaj przeczytacie (po angielskie) o Paradzie Zagubionych Duszy, kultowym już wydarzeniu w Vancouver. Na koniec zapraszam na fotorelację ze Święta Dziękczynienia spędzonego w genialnym stylu przez grupę artystów z Nashville.

Journey is The Destination

In Canada, United States on November 16, 2012 at 2:12 am

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One of these days I had a moment of epiphany after reading the following quote shared on facebook by my Vancouver yoga teacher Rachelle:

Much of the pain in life comes from having a life plan that you have fallen in love with and when it doesn’t work out, you become angry that you now have to pursue a new life plan. If you want to tame your inner demons, you must not become too attached to any particular life plan, and remain open to there being an even better, happier life plan.

I realized how much daily frustration is caused by things not going according to the plan, which led me to imagine how bitter and dissatisfied you’re going to become if you start to believe your entire life didn’t go according to the plan. It was just yesterday that I officially received my long overdue diploma from the University of Toronto. During those five long years it took me to finish my degree, I changed my program, dropped a bunch of courses, went to three different schools, and learnt speaking Indonesian instead of maybe, French or Spanish. My trajectory of life drifted a far cry from from anything I imagined for myself after graduation. I didn’t go back home by now,  neither did I stay in Canada. Instead, I found myself in Wisconsin, then East Texas, and now in a country-music mecca of Nashville. To say the least, I wasn’t head over heels about watching the plan slipping through my fingers. A part of me objected and rebelled, but a part of me eventually settled in and began embracing  all the strange/interesting/amazing things I get to see and experience because I’m here and now.

There are certainly many misconceptions about North American culture. There seem to be  two extreme groups of people – the ones who secretly wish to pursue the tale of American Dream, and the ones who look at America with distate and judge it only based on the caricature of American culture that has dominated markets and media worldwide. As with everything, there is some truth to the hype and to the criticism, but there is also the not-so-well-known America that is a lot more complex, nuanced and interesting. And that’s what I want to start writing about.

Pewnego dnia doświadczyłam pewnego rodzaju olśnienia czytając cytat zamieszczony na facebook’u przez moją fantastyczną nauczycielkę jogii z Vancouver:

Wiele cierpienia w życiu bierze się z posiadania życiowego planu w którym się zakochujemy, a kiedy on niewypala złościmy się, że musimy nagle podążać według nowego planu. Jeśli chcesz opanować swoje wewnętrzne demony nie wolno Ci stać się zbyt przywiązanym do jakiegokolwiek życiowego planu i musisz pozostać otwartym na istnienie jeszcze lepszego, szczęśliwszego dla Ciebie planu. 

Dotarło do mnie jak wiele rozczarowania kosztują nas codzienne sytuacje kiedy coś nie idzie zgodnie z planem, a tym bardziej do jakiego rozgoryczenia może doprowadzić utrwalenie się w nas przekonania, że całe życie nie potoczyło się po naszych myślach. Dopiero wczoraj oficjalnie otrzymałam dyplom ukończenia studiów na Uniwersytecie w Toronto. Podczas tych długich pięciu lat od kiedy zamieszkałam w Kanadzie kilkakrotnie chciałam zmieniać kierunek, rzuciłam parę przedmiotów (za które pieniędzy mi nie zwrócono), byłam zapisana na trzech różnych uczelniach i nauczyłam się mówić w języku indonezyjskim zamiast, powiedzmy, jakimś sensowniejszym języku. Moja teraźniejsza sytuacja odbiegaja daleko od tego jak wyobrażałam sobie siebie i swoje życie po studiach. Wciąż nie udało mi się wrócić do Polski, nie zostałam też w Kanadzie. Za to po koleji wylądowałam w Wisconsin, Wschodnim Teksasie, a teraz na konserwatywnym południu Stanów w Nashville, stolicy muzyki country. Mówiąc delikatnie, nie byłam zachwycona przyglądając się jak tracę kontrolę nad swoim życiowym scenariuszem. Część mnie się sprzeciwiła i zaczęła buntować, ale druga część mnie po pewnym czasie przyzwyczaiła się do zaistniałej sytuacji i postanowiła odnaleźć satysfakcję w obserwowaniu tej dziwnej, czasem ciekawej, a czasem poprostu zadziwiającej rzeczywistości której mogę doświadczać żyjąc tu i teraz, w Stanach.

Z pewnością istnieje wiele negatywnych przeświadczeń na temat północnoamerykańskiej kultury. Wydaje się, że istnieją dwie skrajne grupy ludzi – ci którzy chcieliby znaleźć sposób na własny American Dream, i ci którzy przyglądają się Ameryce z pozycji zniesmaczenia i niechęci, oceniając Stany na podstawie karykatury amerykańskiej kultury który zdominował rynek i media. Jak to bywa ze wszystkim, każde przeświadczenie czy krytyka ma w sobie ziarno prawdy i musi być czymś uzasadnione. Mimo wszystko istnieje jednak inne, nie tak znane oblicze Ameryki, a z niego wyłania się obraz rzeczywistości o wiele bardziej skomplikowanej, zniuansowanej i poprostu wartej zainteresowania. I właśnie o tym zamierzam zacząć pisać.


In Canada, Toronto, Vancouver on August 30, 2012 at 4:47 am

Moving to Vancouver showed me how much Toronto has grown on me, and to some extent serves as a proof that there isn’t a uniform way of measuring whether or not a place is for us. Breaking it down into individual variables such as cultural diversity or proximity to nature doesn’t help because you need to account for the circumstances, people and opportunities which cannot be predicated or properly evaluated ahead of time. Toronto has awfully long and cold winters yet beautiful summers, whereas Vancouver extended periods of rain but no major temperature fluctuation. While I normally don’t mind rain but despise freezing temperature, it was the rain that really got on my nerves in British Columbia. In Vancouver you enjoy access to mountains and oceans at your footsteps, Toronto merely offers access to questionably clean Lake Ontario. However, transportation system in both cities makes it virtually impossible to leave the city limits within reasonable time. What it ultimately comes down to is the people you meet and how open and willing they are to making their city your city. I cannot compare the two cities objectively having lived 4 years in Toronto and only less than a year in Vancouver, but I can say with confidence that one’s man trash may be another man’s treasure. What we seek, what we experience and how we experience it varies drastically from person to person.

Definitely Raining

Squamish, B.C

In British Columbia, Canada, Squamish, Vancouver on August 25, 2012 at 4:40 am

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Squamish – also known as Outdoor Recreational Capital of Canada – is located on the estuary waterways connecting with Howe Sound fjord, halfway between North Vancouver and Whistler. In contrast to Whistler Olympic Village and its polished alpine, rustic lodges for high-end Aspen Co. clientele, Squamish appears a lot more inconspicuous considering its reputation. Bordering on the edge of several provincial parks, there are more camping sites than any other means for accommodation for the adventure-hungry visitors. It’s place with a small-town charm, a close-knit community that cherishes slow-paced, green lifestyle. As far as my impression  goes, it also does a good job at keeping Vancouverites at a distance.

Among diving, waterskiing, hiking or lodger sports, Squamish is quite a destination for rock climbing and mountain biking. With its highly unpredictable weather and the frequency of rain, camping may be slightly troublesome but thankfully there are the cozy Squamish Local Library, Squamish Adventure Center and the Galileo Coffee Co. offering free wi-fi and a selection of tasty sandwiches. This I learnt from experience during ur first, 3-week long camping spree in June-August 2011. For a town of less than 20,000, it’s has an impressive selection of eating-out options, but for my taste mostly overprices, or in other words – geared towards the wealthy, Sunday drivers from Vancouver.     

Last but not least, Squamish lands are home to the Coast Salish Nation, modern descendants of the Coast Salish Aboriginal peoples who lived and prospered in the present day Greater Vancouver area. Their language is Skwxwú7mesh Snichim, and their heritage preserved with the continuous effort of the community members, channelled through the work of Totem Hall Education, Recreation and Community-Services Centre, The Squamish Lil’wat Cultural Centre and others.





Porteau Cove, B.C

In British Columbia, Canada, Roadtripping on August 12, 2012 at 5:04 am

One of my most vivid memories of British Columbia were formed right after crossing the US/Canada border as I was cringing in dismay realizing we’ll be camping out in the rain for the next couple of weeks.  Pacific Coast in July 2011 welcomed us with a cold, foggy and nearly perpetually rainy summer season.

Without a place to stay and a small budget it was obvious we would have to camp out before finding an apartment for the rest of the year. It didn’t seem bad at all considering British Columbia is known for stunning wild nature and countless opportunities for outdoors adventures. Just a couple of days earlier we were soaking in the sun in Texas, Utah and New Mexico, fighting off 100F temperature. Mentally we were certainly not prepared to wear long sleeves and rain jackets for the rest of the summer.  It ended up being 3 weeks before we could move to a new apartment, a time spent moving back and forth along the Sea-to-Sky region, the beautiful area between Vancouver and Whistler’s Olympic Village. Exploring, hiking and looking out for the famous Squamish climbing spots, it seemed as if we were the only ones (except maybe for the rock climbers) disappointed/irritated by the rain. In fact, I admired families of Vancouverites flocking to the camping sites every weekend who’s inventiveness when it came to sheltering their picknicks from the rain was astounding. Not even the children seemed to be bothered by rain, and always continued to play outside despite the rain. Now, after living in B.C for almost a year I’m no longer surprised it is possible to forget to mind the rain – this is what Pacific Northwest is made of.




Steveston Village, B.C

In British Columbia, Canada on August 11, 2012 at 4:17 am

Steveston Village is a gem in the greater Vancouver area, a charming small-town escape to those seeking a refuge from the blandness of urban sprawl.

A former fishing village, Steveston retained its unique historical identity and continues to boast a vibrant fish market. As Canada’s largest commercial fishing harbor, millions of pounds of fish were canned and sold her from the late 1800s up until the 1970s, when the fishing industry collapsed and the canneries began to close. Even though today there’re only two historic fishing and canning sites open to vistors, the neighborhood abounds in restaurants serving delicious fresh seafood. It’s also the starting point for the whale-sighting trips which are one biggest attraction for those coming to Vancouver. With a lovely waterfront park, I noticed it’s a popular spot for walking your dog, throwing family picknicks or simply for satisfying a craving for some  fish & chips.

Canadian Rockies

In British Columbia, Canada on May 18, 2012 at 10:36 pm

Waving goodbye to Toronto and getting ready for the next great adventure, it was prime time to decide what stays and what needs to go.The reality of packing brought me quite a slap in the face. By the spring 2011, I had lived in Canada for just less than 4 years, each year changing the apartment. Everything I owned was put together from scratch, so how much could I have possibly accumulated? Well, it started with just 2 suitcases, and snowballed into a collection big enough to fill a room.

The best packing advice I could give to anyone planning on living out of suitcase is a line from U2, the only baggage you can bring is all that you can’t leave behind. Through the bitter experience of getting rid off the majority of my belongings I learnt once and for all that airport regulations (same ones I pride myself in I notoriously violating) were made for a reason. Nostalgia, among others, is what drives material accumulation. It is of those feelings that keeps us grounded in the past and connected with the memory of home, especially when we choose to live without it or… in spite of it. But in my experience, nostalgic longing to hold on to things stands in the way of living grounded in the present. It becomes a huge burden to choose what’s needed and what’s unimportant, even more difficult over time.

Moving away from Toronto I was able to keep only as much as I could fit into the back of a car, a rather small car for that matter. I wasn’t going to have a permanent address until September, so mailing to Vancouver was not an option. Eventually, I resorted to a storage rental (read: terrible, terrible idea). Few weeks after getting to British Colombia I booked a plane ticket to Toronto, very painful on my wallet t. Back in Toronto, I spent another 5 days dealing the goddamn boxes from the storage, and wasting even more money on sending it to Vancouver. But, I got chance to see Canadian Rockies up from the sky!