I’m the type of person to think things through thoroughly before I do them.
I’m kidding. I’m not the type of person to rely solely on data and hard facts to make a decision, in fact I only test drove one car, didn’t look under the hood and knew nothing about it other than the fact that it was called a “Kia Soul” before I signed my life away.
I consider myself pretty intuitive, so I generally just follow my gut feelings. I mean, what’s the worst that can happen – I’m wrong? Live and let live, right?
I remember being in Grade 7 – researching the photo program at Emily Carr University in Vancouver. I compared it to so many schools in Ontario for when I was finally done high school. I knew I had to live in BC. I just had to.
In Grade 10, I begged my dad to let me visit BC on March Break – a resounding “no”.
In Grade 11, I graduated early and considered “up and leaving” – drama queen.
I went back to school for Grade 12 to hang out in photography class – not kidding, I took only one class in all of Grade 12 – and it was photography.
Then, life happened. College, boyfriend, first good, not-a-beater-won’t-leave-me-stranded-on-the-highway-again car, first full-time job, and my business was doing just okay enough in Ontario for me to stay.
Fast forward 3 years. Add www.aircanada.ca and a credit card. Subtract any self-control and you get me booking a spontaneous trip to British Columbia. Seriously, spontaneous. As in, I got home from work one day and decided to “check some flights”. Well, what do you know? Air Canada was flying to BC! *eye roll emoji *
I quickly texted a good friend of mine in BC, whom I hadn’t seen since grade 6ish “It’s happening” with a screen shot of my flight itinerary. We both knew what it meant: I wasn’t going to be living in Ontario much longer.
July 7th, 2015 came and I boarded my first ever flight to visit the province I’d been swooning over since Grade 7. Before I got out of the airport I knew it was home. Gut instinct. I knew.
When I got back to Ontario I realized that Ontario just wasn’t for me. In fact, I was so sure I was moving to BC that I started selling all my belongings not one week after I landed. I didn’t last 3 months in Ontario before I left to start my life as a Kelowna Wedding Photographer. I followed my gut feeling that this place was for me and I left. I took off on a 4 day road trip across the United States and I’ve never been happier. This certainly wasn’t one of those live and let live mistakes, this was real. I was home. My heart was bursting at the seams. That’s not to say the move didn’t come without a price. I moved away from every single family member I know of, leaving my dog (thanks for keeping him Mom and Dad), and the end of a long term relationship. But when you know, you know.