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8 lessons from my 14 months anniversary in Canada
An updated version due to a recent life-changing moment in my Canadian adventure
2 months ago, I wrote an article about my 7 lessons on my one-year anniversary. I realised I omitted one important lesson which only cemented in my brain once I quit my job last week. It is important information.
I still remember arriving in the middle of the night, in an unknown apartment in an unknown city. I was originally supposed to move to Vancouver which I visited previously but due to the pandemic I had to change my plans. It was either wait the pandemic out (which am so glad I did not because I will still be waiting!) or move to a different city which I had not yet seen. I decided to take a risk and go for it.
The journey from Mauritius to Montreal was hellish. I used to love travelling and looked forward to transits, check-in and outs of airports hinting at adventures and the occasional banter with passengers.
This time, I had a one-way ticket to a new place, a 12-hour journey followed by a 7-hour transit in Paris Charles de Gaulle then another 7-hour to Montreal. Masks and all. I will never remember that transit, there were only two coffee shops open and it was packed. You were always on your guard in case somebody with COVID was passing too…
