July 7 2007 . . . and nine years later
July 7th - a completely innocuous day to most people (unless your birthday happens to fall on that date - then happiest birthday to you). A day that can come and go year after year without a thought - other than who doesn't like summer time... However - for me - it is a day I will never forget as long as I live - as it marks a complete change in my life - a switch from the comfortable and easy and into the unknown and challenging. The day I arrived to the little rock I now call home. I decided late in 2006 that I was going to to move to Victoria BC Canada after finishing my degree at the University of Western Ontario - from my hometown of London ON. A 4932km drive away from my family, friends, and loved ones to an unknown city full of possibility that scared me to my core. I followed a slight nudge from my heart to do something for me, so I did. Saturday July 7 2007 - I arrived here a scared and very young sheltered girl. Moving into a two month rental to try and find a job an