Life in Vancouver - Chapter one

When I went to sleep last night, it dawned upon me;
I am where I belong – for now at least.

It was yesterday when the ‘Vancouver-love’ hit me again. I suddenly remembered why I decided to live here; I reconnected to a stream of life that goes beyond any words and concepts. It’s a feeling state, it’s a frequency, it’s a firm knowing that Life has a bigger plan in store for me and that this is it. It’s coming Home in all facets and colors... coming Home to myself.  I don’t know whether it has to do with Vancouver or with me being ready to embody this way of living. Maybe it’s this and that, who knows. It doesn’t even matter.

I simply love who I allow myself to be here; free as a bird, playful as a child and passionate as if there were only ‘here and now’. Time doesn’t seem to exist whenever I lock on to that feeling-state. I get completely mesmerized by the moment and nothing in the world could distract me from being fascinated. It’s a vibrant stream of excitement that I feel running through my veins, like a lullaby that sings my mind to sleep and opens the gates of my heart. The pure heart; naked and unarmed, ready to love at full capacity.

And just like every cloud has a silver lining, every ‘pink cloud’ has a grey lining;
* I have been feeling dizzy for two days while my body took the time to adjust to this new energy field. I don’t know if today will be less disorienting, we’ll see. I welcome it all.
* I still wake up a couple times every night, wondering around the house like a ghost - while trying not to wake up my house mates. I bless Tommy –the black cat- for being my unconditional companion at night. He purrs, I caress him. That’s what we silently agreed upon. J
* I sometimes feel so tired during the day that I accidentally stare at people. Funny moments. J
* The ‘I-don’t-know-what’s-coming-next-stage’ is not always as comfortable for my mind.
Not at all.

So yeah… there are some inconveniences to turning my life inside out and moving to Vancouver.

But at the end of every day,
I genuinely smile...
because ‘real’ and ‘surreal’ have once again
blended into one heck of a day,
filled with juicy moments and lots of hugs.

And when I then close my eyes,
I get to see all the faces
of my Belgian friends and family.
I call that moment "my inner bubble bath of love".
It is that exact moment
in which I remember
that ‘Home’ can be literally anywhere.

I am where I belong -  Always.