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 Montral 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.