For a while now, I've been questioning whether or not Vancouver feels like home. Just a few weeks ago, I was ready to throw in the towel and give somewhere else a shot.
Even if it meant leaving my amazing healthcare team, renting out our house, and (dog forbid) moving. I was just sick of being here! (This sentiment seems to come in waves and this was a particularly strong one.)
Maybe it was getting a more modest response to our call for community than I'd hoped for. Maybe it was seeing the year speed and wondering what I have to show for it (it's actually a lot, but it's not very visible). Maybe it was having a particularly bad, out of the blue, fatigue flare up that I expected to thwart some plans I'd been looking forward to. Whatever sparked it, it felt like absolute defeat.