Once in awhile, I remember the life I lived before moving to Ottawa, and I get a little shiver of amazement and thankfulness. In Ottawa I have found gainful employment as a journalist, satisfying volunteer work (helping Canadian Maher Arar’s fight against torture), and a community that constantly provides me with inspiration and useful connections. It’s also a great place to run, bike, and swim — things left dormant while living in the suburbs of Vancouver. (As if suburbs are a model for the world!) Or should I say migrating in and out of Vancouver. Working in the ski industry I would move every two years, and every summer I would be struggling to find a new job. I don’t know if it’s just Vancouver, but the job prospects were slim — even with a diploma in tourism management.
In the spring of 2003 I returned to my home province of Ontario for a visit. The random gatherings of artists and students, the streets bustling with people who were actually stopping to talk to each other…even the brick buildings felt comforting.
So I packed up my things, said good-bye to the partner, and took up journalism at Carleton University. Haven’t looked back! (except perhaps to get those ‘look-at-me-now’ shivers…)
The Rise of the Creative Class helped me make that decision. Now, with a boyfriend in Connecticut and a Canadian magazine market (that looks weak in comparison to it’s U.S. counterpart), I’m faced with a new decision…thank goodness for this new book. Gotta write a couple more stories to pay for it…
Sent by Dayanti Karunaratne from Ottawa, Canada.