It has been a long time since I have written something other than an assignment. In fact, I think it was 3 months into my massage therapy course the last time I posted on here and it kind of seems fitting that now I only have 3 months left, I have come full circle. As you can probably tell from the lack of blog and post updates over the last 17 months the course has been intense and all consuming.
It has certainly been a roller coaster ride of emotions with a lot of ups and downs – from passing exams, going to wonderful outreaches and awesome events, to having a major break down in an oral practical final where I literally cried though the whole thing. But what I have learnt about myself is that I am stronger and more resilient than I imagined, I can put my mind to anything if I want it badly enough and in all honesty, I believe I have found my calling. I wish that I had been brave and strong enough to have made this move years ago but in honesty I don’t think I would have been ready or mature enough to handle it.
I have been a massage therapist student now for 3 months and it has been intense to say the least, but it is also been one of the best experiences of my life. Yes, it is hard work and essentially you get what you put into it, but I am fortunate to have excellent teachers who actually work in the field as RMT’s, so are able to offer practical experience, as well as teaching us the fundamentals that we have to cover as part of the course.
The real surprise for me is how amazing my classmates are – right from they beginning everyone has been super supportive. We all share the same mentality of “we all started this together so we will finish it together” which I think is awesome. We have become very much of a family in a short space of time, helping each other out during the tough times of exams or failed quizzes, staying behind to help each other get through sections we aren’t entirely sure about and of course celebrating the successes we have had along the way.
It has been a while since I have last written, and that is because I have been trying to get my life together and follow my dream of living in Canada. I can happily tell you dear readers that I am doing exactly that. I am here in Vancouver doing something I want to do and living the life I have always wanted.
I have come a long way since I went traveling a couple of years ago, I have grown as a person and have become someone I actually like again, for a time, I was becoming someone I vowed never to be – bitter, bitchy and generally not a nice person to be around, and that certainly took its toll on my health and well-being.
It’s hard when you have found the place you truly want to live and yet you need to a get a piece of paper to let you stay and work there. When I came last year for two days in August I knew I wanted to live in Vancouver and after spending 5 weeks there I am more determined to fulfill that dream, but for now I have had to leave and I am heartbroken.
I had the most wonderful trip and I have met some amazing people along the way, the Vancouverites been made me feel so welcome. I attended French lessons practically every day with an awesome french teacher, I tool a trip to Whistler and Deep Cove. I ran every other day down the seawall and have made some amazing friends. The only annoying thing is that I can’t stay there permanently, yet.
Vancouver after being here for a couple of weeks has really impressed me, not just due to its beautiful scenery or sheer expanse, that goes without question, but because of the wonderful people that I have already met. I have fell in love again and am even more determined to make this my home.
I have seen and learnt a lot in the weeks I have been here, mainly to expect the unexpected where Vancouver is concerned. I have wandered through the beautiful Cherry Blossoms,discovered I am not that scared of sharks anymore (although a little piece of me will always be wary), can drink my fair share of craft beer and ride a bike home and that French lessons are tres difficile!
Last year I went travelling around USA and Canada and had a life changing adventure. I saw amazing things and met some amazing people! It made me realise that I didn’t want to just settle in Shropshire anymore, quite frankly I can’t. I need more, I need to explore and discover new places. Travel has entered my veins and nothing but a transfusion is going to stop me now.
It’s not that I hate were I live or that there is nothing to do, don’t get me wrong it is a beautiful place with it’s rolling hills, beautiful valleys and rivers. Proper countryside as a friend of mine says, its where the industrial revolution started for goodness sake but somehow it is not me anymore.