Winning the bet (I crossed the desert)

Bet accepted, bet won. I got a job.

It’s been such a hard goal to achieve, like to find an oasis craving for fresh water, the same way I was craving for a job as a 21st century nomad.

And in fact the hundreds of positions I had applied for were actually just like mirages, vanishing at a closer look.

Not this time, as those words are firmly stuck in my mind: “We are willing to offer you the position”.

My exhausting travel in search of an income has finished, for now.

Really, I could not imagine Vancouver job market could be so hard to break into, like a medieval fortress.

The simple truth is everybody would like to live and work in Vancouver.

The result also is simple: too many people looking for occasions, too few open positions, salaries not so high if compared to freezer Alberta.

What I got is not exactly what I was looking for initially, but it’s a job, honest, paid, that enables me to spend some more time in this city, whose beauty is only equivalent to the difficulty to earn a living here.

Challenges are not over, but I took a first important step forward. You may be tough Canada, but I’m a stubborn bad ass too.

And wow, my blog is safe as well. I will keep updating it with my thoughts and impressions.

At least I will have more chances to get out to find inspiration and less time to cuddle my laptop with tons of resumes.

Next mission: to get a flat.

And by the way... it's time to turn the I AM GOING TO page to I LIVE IN, as it is time to live (in) Vancouver.