Vancouver is amazing. There really isn't a clear story of how I ended up here. I like to relate getting to Canada to strange events that have happened in my life when I can't put my finger on why they occur. Sometimes I think there is no real logic to my life, events happen with no explanation but in the end they turn out to be what works out best.
For instance, when I was in architecture school, I was working alone late one night in my studio. My desk was of course a disaster zone and I had to find more space to cut a model I was working on. Behind me was a counter and sink next to an exterior wall, which had large window and clerestory windows above. I was working on a model and for some reason, out of no where, I decided to check my email. Instead of checking my email at my desk, where I could have cause I had a laptop, I decided to stroll down the hall to the DCL (the computer lab in our school). I went there for five minutes and when I returned to my studio, there was a clerestory window shattered on my cutting pad and all over the model I was working on. How did I leave for five minutes on a strange whim to check my email down the hall and return to find something that could have severely hurt me? Yes, weird. Sarah, Hope and I do an interpretation of me walking to the DCL. We like to say "Caitlin go DCL" and start walking in a funny manner like someone is pushing us somewhere and we don't know why.
That is how I like to relate getting to Canada. I think of it as "Caitlin go Vancouver". I had no real intentions or ambitions to move here but somehow I did and I love it and I am already feeling the beauty of my decision.
For instance, when I was in architecture school, I was working alone late one night in my studio. My desk was of course a disaster zone and I had to find more space to cut a model I was working on. Behind me was a counter and sink next to an exterior wall, which had large window and clerestory windows above. I was working on a model and for some reason, out of no where, I decided to check my email. Instead of checking my email at my desk, where I could have cause I had a laptop, I decided to stroll down the hall to the DCL (the computer lab in our school). I went there for five minutes and when I returned to my studio, there was a clerestory window shattered on my cutting pad and all over the model I was working on. How did I leave for five minutes on a strange whim to check my email down the hall and return to find something that could have severely hurt me? Yes, weird. Sarah, Hope and I do an interpretation of me walking to the DCL. We like to say "Caitlin go DCL" and start walking in a funny manner like someone is pushing us somewhere and we don't know why.
That is how I like to relate getting to Canada. I think of it as "Caitlin go Vancouver". I had no real intentions or ambitions to move here but somehow I did and I love it and I am already feeling the beauty of my decision.
Furthermore, I woke up one day when I was nine and with no real reason told my mom "I am going to be an architect someday" and here I am.
