[Title] the mo’ must go on
[Byline] by sean robert
Inspired by the Pet Shop Boys, I recently moved west. Signing the lease on a cute studio with a mountain-top view, I packed my umbrella next to my entire existence, and boarded a one-way flight to the Pacific Ocean. Arriving at the airport with only myself to meet me, I puffed up my chest, tucked my designer scarf in my jacket pocket and thought, “now I am a man.”
Scrambling to balance my fourteen pieces of luggage on top of each other, I wobbled over to the rental car place, and presented the kind lady behind the blue-topped counter with my credit card and two pieces of I.D. Seconds later, she looked at me with a minimum-wage-smile and said, “I’m sorry but you have to be 25 to rent a car here.” In absolute disbelief, I returned her apology and said, “there must be a misunderstanding, because you see, now I am a man.”
When anyone asks me why I decided to move to Vancouver, I tell them the answer is simple: I ran out of men to stalk in Winnipeg. But in all seriousness, my reason for moving here has nothing do with the same sex (for once). I am not Jennifer Hudson and I did not come to the big city to “find love.” I mean please, who needs love when three liquor marts and a beach filled with shirtless men are right down the street?
Fact of the matter is, before this redhead can spread his legs, he needs to spread his wings first. And so the desire to pursue a fresh start, is the reason why I kissed all my friends and family goodbye.
Before this redhead can spread his legs, he needs to spread his wings first.
One of my favourite quotes in this life is by an author named Unknown and reads across coffee mugs, “life is not about finding yourself, life is about creating yourself.” Waking up each day to a new setting and cast of characters, I feel as if I am doing exactly that. Crawling out of bed in the morning, I first check to see if the mountains are still there, and once that is done, walk over to the mirror and ask, “how would you like to write yourself today?” Rest assured however, my leading man will always be penned well-dressed and fabulous.
With my West Jet-exodus from the prairies, I started a new volume in my twenty-something life and closed the cover to an old one. And so it comes with the first pages of this West Coast story, that I must conclude the one I left back at home. And so without further a due, I must say goodbye, but just for now. For those of you who have been with me for the last two years, through all the bad dates, flaming mishaps, and major name changes, I wish to thank you for reading. I have enjoyed opening up the curtains on my life for you and look forward to continuing our relationship in the future. For those of you who have been with me for the last five hundred words, this is a good time to catch up.