It’s been a year and a half since I left my beloved adopted home of Vancouver for my hometown of Toronto. It was a tough choice to make, as I’d never imagined I would leave a place I felt so enamoured by. But it was work related decision and an offer that would have been silly to turn down. I made a commitment to return as often as I could, which is why I’ve been here since mid-June.
A few months ago, I decided to take advantage of the freedoms of freelancing and spend some time out West during its prime season: Summer. I arranged a month’s worth of house and cat sits in different parts of town, packed a small suitcase and booked a one-way ticket.
