I came to Vancouver without a place to live.
The time leading up to the decision to pursue an uncertain life, in another country no less, was not a lot of time. It didn’t leave much wiggle room.
In fact, it basically wasn’t enough time to make any real decisions. It meant saying goodbye to my closest friends, my family, and the massive network I’d built up around Chicago could barely even happen. It wasn’t the kind of thing most people would probably accept as a phase in their adult experience.
I’m fairly confident means that that I’m crazy, and I’ll look back on the whole experience and wonder what lead to my being the kind of guy who would move to a foreign country without a work permit, a place to live, or enough time to really say goodbye to friends and family.
I’ll wonder, but I won’t really doubt the decision.
I don’t say that because I’m sure that things will work out. I just say that because I know that even if I decide that I could have done things differently, it won’t be because I made the decision I made; to come here and take a shot at doing something really significant.
Yeah…you do things like that because you think you’re right.
You think you’ll look back on it and look like an idiot savant.
And failure means the ’savant’ part gets tossed.
So you work hard, and hope that a savant you remain.
It’s as good a reason to work as any, I suppose.
