My life in four bags

How many bags does your life fit into? Mine pretty much fits into four bags, five if you count my camera bag, but if need be I could squeeze that into one of the other bags. As everyone knows, I’ve moved around a lot in the past couple of years, but all of those trips and locations, including Bermuda, were finite. They all had expiration dates. Now I’ve moved to Vancouver, clear across Canada from where I grew up. It is exciting not knowing how long I am going to be here. Exciting realizing that this is the first day of the rest of my life.

But for now I will be unpacking my four bags and trying to temporarily eek out a life in this strange, yet ultimately much more familiar city. Back to familiar currency, language, and driving laws. You’ll be kept informed.