The personal account shared in this column reflects Caitlyn Moony’s journey to establish roots in Vancouver. For additional stories like this, visit the FAQ section.
A past partner once sent me a song link by British indie artist Passenger with lyrics that pondered, “Only know you love her when you let her go,” in a failed bid to reconcile. Dismissing the gesture, I found it impolite to reveal affection only after parting ways.
Reflecting now, I find myself reminiscing about the past.
Upon relocating to Vancouver from Johannesburg in 2018, I arrived prepared. Having worked as a freelance social researcher in South Africa, a fulfilling job with limited career growth and dismal pay, I sought better prospects for my future and that of my aging parents. Having lived in various countries before, adapting to new environments was second nature to me. Vancouver, where my sister and her family resided, was renowned as one of the top cities to live in. With its polite culture and attractive prime minister, Canada seemed like an ideal destination.
Prior to my arrival, I envisioned practicing yoga among trendy individuals in Kitsilano, skiing down Grouse Mountain, and enjoying the beach in English Bay, followed by cocktails in Yaletown.
Upon my initial encounters with Vancouver’s breathtaking scenery, I marveled at the majestic North Shore mountains visible even from the heart of the city. The gentle rain in Pacific Spirit Park and the considerate bus drivers added to the city’s charm.
However, as time passed, my admiration waned. Vancouver did not meet my lofty expectations, leading to bitterness.
Lacking connections and the coveted “Canadian experience” sought after in job postings, I settled for an exhausting admin role at a startup. Enduring long work hours and meager pay, I struggled to afford a basement suite with low ceilings that barely accommodated my height. Noise from neighbors and relentless rain compounded my fatigue.
My frustration manifested in disdain for Vancouver’s limited transit options and slow-paced lifestyle. Loneliness plagued me as I struggled to integrate into the community I yearned for.
Seeking answers, I inquired about the city’s whereabouts from a friend.
“Where?” he queried.
“Everywhere!” I wished to exclaim. “Simply put, where is everyone?” I timidly responded.
Observing the pleasant weather outside, he suggested they might be hiking.
Gazing through the window at the rain, I questioned their activities in inclement weather.
“Staying indoors. Engaging in hobbies. Essentially, hibernating,” he explained.
Feeling overwhelmed by loneliness and boredom, the pandemic exacerbated my emotions. Consequently, I departed for London, seeking the city’s vibrant energy.