Write. Rewrite. Rewrite. Rewrite.
Posted on
2008-Jun-29
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04:17
I've been here for about 4 month now. I left everything back home in the T-dot. I mean EVERYTHING. My privileged life, my waterfront condo, My fun job at a reputable Ad agency, my $2000 bike, my xbox360, my art deco couch and chairs, my Tefal pots and pans, my wonderful family and friends and even my loving girlfriend of six years. I left it all behind. I moved forward and even though in the back of my mind and deep in my heart, I felt uneasy with the whole situation, I did it anyways. I had convinced myself that it was the right thing to do and I would enhance my career with some overseas experience. If that was all bullshit, at least I would see a new part of the world that had an emerging presence within the international market place.
"You only live once." I remember telling myself one morning as I stared back at my reflection in the bathroom mirror.
I packed my bags later that week and left the country , not knowing when I would return but feeling a sudden surge of excitement bolt through my veins. My girlfriend at the time...(well, let's just say she didn't reciprocate my excitement) was not to keen on me moving half way across the world, but I knew it was the only way to move forward in life. I was in search for ultimate satisfaction and Toronto had dried up my creative juices with its pessimistic people and overpriced coffee shops.
I said my good byes and I left. Just like that. It happened so fast i don't even remember it. The ticket agent, the baggage check, customs and even the tears. They were as quick as they started. After about
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