13. The number of times that I have moved countries. I some of them I found myself more often than others. Born and raised in Germany, this is what I often came back to; Australia and France always held a warm spot in my heart, others were one-offs.
Canada is a new one. When my husband first asked whether we could move to Toronto a little over a year ago, I hadn’t even visited. Over the last 14 months, we took a total of three trips to get a sense for this city with 5.5 million people, half of which aren’t even born (!) in Canada. With neighborhoods like Little Portugal, Koreatown, Corso Italia, Chinatown or Roncesvalles, we were in for a multicultural treat from the jump.
With this blank page of a new city and life in front of me, I have decided to be intentional about designing our life here and to build on my previous experiences of starting fresh.
I have moved quite a bit since high school. Short stints in Thailand, Fiji, Ireland and all over Germany followed by longer stays across Australia, France and the United States.
In the summer of 2014, I suddenly found myself in an unassuming mid-sized Southern city called Richmond. My fallback plan was the proximity to a “real city”, D.C. but the deeper I dove into RVA’s community, the more I realized that there was more activity than met the eye.
Observations from living the life of a Social Venturer