To understand my trip to Vancouver, I must give you some background info. My trip to Vancouver wasn’t just a place that I wanted to visit but it was a place I have been considering moving to. I heard about it a few years after I came back from Australia. It was a city that was growing and thriving in the film industry.
The morning that I was going to the airport I could feel that something was different. I was slowly walking in to the third act. And a conclusion was upon me. I was finally going to get some answers to some of my inner questions about where to go? What to do? What do I want? What does God want? I was excited but I was also scared of the answers.
When you travel, you face things you try to ignore. They come out of your heart. Your perspective becomes so evident, it shows you how you see the world. You begin to see who you really are. You are in a new atmosphere and you become the outsider. And like a child, you begin to experience things for the first time.
The first day I went to an art museum and they had this amazing exhibit called Beat Nation. Basically its was Native Americans mixing traditions and urban youth culture. It was interesting to see them use pop culture to share their story. They were searching for their identity in the mist of culture change. These young people were finding their voice in modern culture. They were finding their identity in their ancestors. I began to ask questions about where do I get my identity from.
Now that I have no title attached to my name, I am left with only the core. The Creator’s daughter.
As I walked around the “promise land”, I couldn’t help but feel this wasn’t real. I was actually here after all those years of talking about it.
I think any city can feel like home the moment you make a friend. It gives a reason to be there. I met up with a girl who I met through Anabel. Aura was the person I was talking to about making the move. We went to Granville for dinner to talk about life, God and Canada. After, the sun was still up so we decided to go for a walk at her local park. I was blown away at the fresh air. I stood standing outside just taking it all in.
The following day, I met up with another friend but I have to stay at a local Starbucks until she gets out of work. So I’m there killing time, reading and playing on my phone. I figure this is probably a good time to spend with God. So I open my bible to a scripture that spoke directly to me, “Wait with hope for the Lord. And follow His path and He will honor you by giving you the Land…He saves them because they have taken refuge in Him.” I could see myself living here but I also came to a point of saying, “Lord, I don’t want my dreams but I want Yours. My dream is Your dream.”
Soon Ada arrived and we headed towards Main St. to look at some Antique shops.
I found that people in Canada are really friendly. The owner of the shop started to talk to us and told us that the city was going to knock down the older buildings on Main St., that his store only had a few days left opened. I was in disbelieve, doesn’t the city know that travelers love places like this! I guess they want to make the street look new.
There were blocks and blocks of amazing stores.
Ada told me I was lucky to get a sunny days in Vancouver. Being from California, every day is a sunny day. It wasn’t until we went to Kit Beach did I believe her. It seemed like the whole city was out doing something.
We walked over to Granville Island for a snack. Little did I know how much food I was about to see. There was so much variety, I couldn’t pick.
The city was no longer a stranger but a place I felt more and more comfortable in. It was so full of life and different cultures. The sun was setting at 10pm. I told my friend that I am driven by the sun, if I lived here, I’d probably be outside all day.
I told Ada about a clock I had seen a photo of when I googled Vancouver. When she took me to Gastown to see it, it felt like a dream. The clock was light up so gracefully. I was standing right where I wanted to be.
The next morning I was exhausted but I wanted to see some nature before I left. So I made my way over to Standly Park for a morning walk.
I rushed back to Ada’s place as we were off to a friend’s birthday party in White Rock. We stopped by the beach to snap some photos. It was so beautiful.
And my last and final evening in Vancouver. The sun went back behind the clouds as we walked the rainy streets.
This trip brought me to a conclusion I could have only had by playing it out. It took a journey to a far away land to come to a conclusion. I guess the point of my trip was to learn how to surrender to God’s plan and trusting in Him. I am allowing Him to direct my steps. Vancouver is beautiful, I did enjoy it and I even miss it but now I can go forth and allow God to unfold something new.
And so I am in the third act. And the third act, I’m excited about it.