Yay for me, I survived a month in a new city without a job
and friends. Disclosure, it’s a few days short of a month but 29 Days In just
doesn’t have the same ring to it. Also I make I sounds as if the city I moved
to has been taken over by a zombie army hellbent on killing me with no running
water and no other survivors.
I probably could not have picked a better place to try this
whole year abroad thing. First of all, everyone is friendly and lovely.
Secondly it’s a bonafide First World Country which means luxuries for days.
Thirdly, it’s summer which just makes everything better. And finally I’ve been
working my ass off so I’m kinda reaping a bit of what I sowed.
To begin…I have sent out 74 job applications in the month I
have been here. I have joined five temp agencies/recruiters. I have been on 23 interviews including three
group interviews which are the worst thing ever. I’m not sure why they are a
thing. I have walked from one end of the city to the other in a blazer trying
to look professional but merely looking sweaty and red-faced. I have printed a
gazillion copies of my resume and references and I can now school people on my
cover letter skills.
So after all that, I can say that I am on my first temping
assignment and it’s all going well. I am enjoying not perusing Craigslist daily
for a new job (until the assignment ends and then I’ll be bookmarking that
shit) and it’s great to feel productive. Before this my only achievement was
not eating junk food. As is life, I've also be contacted for more interviews
while on this placement. Obviously I cannot go which means the universe is just
taunting me again. Like that time I thought I had lost weight but my jeans
actually just stretched.
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In case you didn't realise, this is the pink strip in Vancouver. |
This job couldn't have come at a better time. Vancouver is
very expensive. That’s all aspects of Vancouver. If you’re willing to shop
around, you can definitely be smart about saving money. But housing and
transport will kill you. The transport is great here. The trains are fast and
always on time. The buses are mostly always on time. And they’re a bit more
confusing. But I’m making my way. I am started to worry when it gets colder or
wet. I’m not so sure I’ll be lamenting the joys of the public transport then.
Unless you’re really lucky, you need public transport to and from your place of
work. This is where the costs creep up on you like a dodgy guy at a club. The
nice thing is once you move to the right Zone, you will be saving daily. The
bad news is there’s just no way around the cost though.
So apart from being a working girl, I also moved. My dream
was to live Downtown. The rents crushed that dream. Unless of course I was open
to sharing a room, literally living in a living room or in a closet (no joke) I
was not going to be able to afford it on my savings. So I started to look
around (never giving up hope on that Downtown dream though) and I found
cheaper, worse, okay, better and nicer places.
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This is bike polo. Which is real. Apparently. |
Some of them had weird rules,
others were a health hazard. But in the end I found a great house with other
people from around the world. It’s close to the trains, the neighbourhood is
pretty and the WiFi is included. I just need a moment to discuss the amount of
available WiFi in this city. I love walking past all the places I've visited
and have my phone instantly connect. It’s definitely one of those things I’ll
miss.
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My new hood. |
Other highlights in my life are:
Experiencing my first bit of rain. It was a light drizzle,
it was humid and my hair didn’t go big.
Watching the fireworks at English Bay for the Celebration of
Light. We went to watch France’s night and even managed to score free tickets
to the observation deck.
The Pride Parade! Not just the parade but the build-up like
the stadium being lit up in rainbow colours, Davie Street and getting free
shit. People walk the parade and hand out stuff. It’s amazing. I walked away
with two rainbow flags, beads, coffee, band-aids, seeds, sweets and condoms.
Lots of condoms.
Discovering Michaels craft shop. If you know me, really me, you'll know how much this means.
I'm still enjoying all the coffee. I now just have the iced versions.
Ex-Oh! Ex-Oh!