When I finally made it to Vancouver and met my cousin Jordan and uncle Brock at their house I was exhausted, relieved, excited, dirty, unshaven, emotional, philosophical and overall truly happy. I had made it to the west coast. I had conquered my fear, my anxiety, my doubt and I had embraced and experienced life. As I write this more than 3 years later, I smile and laugh.
But my stop in Vancouver was a rest, a preparation for the move from traveler to squatter to roommate to property manager and the bubble that would cater to this transformation - Whistler, BC.
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