Growing Pains: From University to Reality

This year has truly changed me in more ways than the previous three preceding it have. As this final semester of my undergraduate career comes to an end, I am filled with contradicting feelings: excitement and anxiety, optimism and nostalgia. Moving to Vancouver was the ultimate game-changer because it has given me a taste of life after SFU. Distancing myself from the insulated bubble that is perched atop Burnaby Mountain gave me a reality check—or more accurately, a confirmation that one’s dreams can actually be realized.

Since I was old enough to remember Vancouver as a child, I knew that I wanted to live there—er, here. Now settled in a great old apartment building in the heart of East Vancouver, I could not be more content. I adore my neighborhood and smile every day because of how amazing it is.

But my happiness is riddled with underlying fear, for once my student loan dries up and my Family Bank closes its doors to me as part of the appropriate transition from “Needy Student” to "Needy adult", I must rely on myself from here on end.

It is a strange feeling to be released from the chains of academia, which on the one hand held me mentally hostage to a world of abstract theories and considering abstract questions about the universe, while on the other hand sheltered me from worrying about where I would be in five years, or two years, or the next summer...All that mattered was making it to the next deadline. That being said, all the while I would formulate plans and then re-plan and counter-plan my future career path, and within the context of “future” it was a lot easier to be bold and adventurous—and now it is not so easy.

The key, I know, is to not stop dreaming big, not to stop raising the bar of what is possible and what could be possible. I must remember that the only limits I have are the ones I place on myself. How else could there be so many inspiring people my age who are in the same exact position as I am, making their dreams come true? Any obstacle can be overcome; limitations are always perceived. I must, however, acknowledge my tremendous amount of luck since the hand I was dealt was indeed a rare one: Being born in Canada, having a Super-Mom and incredible supportive friends, and being able to see and take advantage of opportunities have all contributed to my position today.

And I am grateful for all that I have as often as I think of it. Whatever happens tomorrow, or after my last final exam, or a month thereafter, I know now that I will be ready to work hard and put my own dreams out of my head and onto a To-Do List.

Falling in Love with Florence

Florence + Machine have come a long way since The Dog Days. After 2009’s release of the debut album, Lungs, I was happily surprised by the playful lyrics and unique sound of the band. Florence Welch and her friend and former teen collaborator, Isabella “Machine” Summers (who has since left the band) have created a hybrid-genre of music that one can both dance to and connect with on an intimate level. While Lungs had impressed me with superb vocals that sent chills down my spine, her 2011 album, Ceremonials, has sold me on Florence + Machine for life.

One of the reasons running is so great—a subject I will return to, at a later time of productive procrastination—is the mental escape from our problems that it provides. The right music can elevate even the most casual jog into a blissful and uplifting experience. Ceremonials is powerful; it goes far beyond Lungs and takes listeners into Florence’s world. Songs like: Only if for a Night, Heartlines, Bedroom Hymns, No Light and Spectrum are energetic and deeply soulful, and put me in the right head space for a good challenge. I can (and have) ran to the entire album, and have never felt more in tune with myself. Combining F+M with running creates what I can only describe as a minor spiritual quest; I work through feelings I didn’t even know existed that her songs bring out with a physical release that washes away stress and feelings of incompetence and inadequacy.

Listening to music is a fantastic pastime for daily traveling and especially for commuting, precisely because of songs that have this ability to change how you see the world. F+M songs truly bring out the beauty and color in the everyday landscapes—and in any and all kinds of weather. The lyrics sound like written poetry, like the kind that a young girl writes in the middle of the night and then hides in a shoebox stowed under her bed. They are honest and pure—touching on emotions of love, forgiveness, sorrow and joy. Quite refreshing from the majority of popular music, which I admit takes up a generous proportion of my iTunes library.

Of all the songs on the Ceremonials album, Remain Nameless is by far my favorite. If you are a.) female and b.) have ever felt (unreciprocal) love for someone, this song will resonate with you. It is a story about a hopeless romantic, professing her infinite support and steady presence (“remaining the same”) for a troubled, fleeting and undeserving man. Written like a poem and sung like a hymn, the vulnerability expressed in this song is what makes it genuine and truly amazing.

<3 <3 <3 Florence + Machine <3 <3 <3