My original goal with this blog was to replace the regular
emails I had been sending to family and friends about my travels and studies. I
have tried to maintain that spirit as I’ve changed along with my audience. Over
the past few years, the nature of my exploration has changed from seeing what
the world has to offer to finding my place within it. With that in mind, I
believe it is time to retire Adult Under Construction.
This does not mean I believe the titular construction is
complete, nor does it mean I am finished writing in general. Presenting my
observations as those of a globetrotter without a care in the world has begun
to feel odd, as my trotting became limited to Canada – admittedly, the
second-largest country on Earth - and a few cares presented themselves here and
there, to put it mildly. As we conclude the 2010s, the time seems right to post
here for the final time. But I feel I at least owe you a summary of the past
three years, so here it is.
In a previous post, I mentioned the fact that I would be moving to Edmonton, Alberta to pursue a relationship. That I did, at the end of the summer of 2016. I found a job in a restaurant while my partner studied at the University of Alberta. I enjoyed my job, and highly recommend that you stop at the Highlevel Diner if you’re ever in Edmonton.
In a previous post, I mentioned the fact that I would be moving to Edmonton, Alberta to pursue a relationship. That I did, at the end of the summer of 2016. I found a job in a restaurant while my partner studied at the University of Alberta. I enjoyed my job, and highly recommend that you stop at the Highlevel Diner if you’re ever in Edmonton.
The Menzies bridge over the North Saskatchewan River. |
The Women's March on the Alberta legislature, January 2017. |
Pyramid Lake in Jasper. |
However, my traveler’s feet had not stopped itching. I had
still not worked in my studied field of urban planning. I had doubts about
whether or not it was for me, but I also realized I would never know if I
didn’t try. I began applying for jobs wherever openings came up.
Simultaneously, I began to feel less than content in my relationship. When I
received job offers from opposite coasts, I faced the most difficult series of
decisions I’ve ever had to make. I took a planning job in Victoria, British
Columbia and ended the relationship that had brought me West. There is no such
thing as a good breakup, but I did my best to reach that standard anyway. She
and I have stayed in touch and I can happily say that she’s doing well in
Edmonton.
Looking at the Olympic Mountains from Victoria. |
Once in Victoria, things were all laid out for me. I was
working in my field in a unionized position with benefits and a good salary. I
earned a promotion relatively quickly and my work was generally appreciated. I
was living in a picturesque city with an agreeable climate. My job included
regular travel throughout the province of British Columbia, which calls itself
“the most beautiful place on Earth”, somewhat justifiably. But I was screaming on the inside.
West coast sunset. |
Fall near Lake Cowichan. |
Getting paid to travel was all right. |
I couldn’t exactly place the origin of my discontent, given
the amount of change that I’d experienced in the previous year. Some of it was
the job; my perception that I would not enjoy the 9-to-5 office life had been
accurate. Some of it was processing what had happened in Edmonton. And some of
it was feeling out of place in Western Canada. As 2017 turned into 2018, it was
becoming clear that I was not long for Victoria.
I reflected at length before deciding to leave, as I did not
want to bounce to a different situation for a change and encounter the same tumult
again. When I’d been thinking of leaving Edmonton, I had been happy to find I
had a strong support network of friends and family; I drew on it again in
Victoria. I also saw a psychologist who was quite helpful. And I spent a lot of
time on long walks trying to get clarity, thinking so hard I’m sure there was
steam coming off me.
I kept thinking about the balance of time and money. In our
many phone conversations, my Dad had told me this was a difficult thing to
find, and it was likely I’d always have too little of one when I had enough of
the other. I agreed. But then, I reasoned, time is effectively fixed. With
enough time you can find ways to make more money, but there is no amount of
money that will buy you a 25th hour in a day. Given the diverse
array of interests and talents that I have, it did not make sense to me to
devote one third of my waking hours to a job that I resented.
Once I’d hit that point of clarity, I needed to develop an
alternative. In thinking of what would give me a better balance of time and
money, I arrived at the conclusion that what I really wanted to do was return
to Quebec and try to make a career out of teaching English.
I made a quick stop on the Icefields Parkway on the way home. |
So it was that three consecutive summers found me relocating
across Canada by car. At the beginning of August 2018 I loaded up a rental car
and headed back to my parents’ place in Ontario, soon after to return to Quebec
City. I’ve been living in la Capitale
Nationale for 16 months now, with no plans to move. I occasionally miss the
mountains out West – and my old salary - but I continue to be content with the
decisions that led me here.
And that, my friends, is that. Thank you for reading for the
past decade. If you miss my occasional posts, feel free to get in touch or
maybe come visit – I’ve got the time.
P.S.: My time in
Victoria included brief trips to Mexico and the Yukon. Here’s one photo from
each.
Looking over the Yukon River in Dawson City. |
Looking over Guanajuato. |