One hell of a year.
In January, I handed in my notice.
In February, I packed up my life in London.
In March, I moved across the world (via Toronto) to a place I hardly knew anything about.
In April, I did my first skiing lesson.
In May, I was on tour guide duties for my first visitor from home.
In June, I survived Grouse Grind. And took a trip to Seattle.
In July, I climbed Mt Seymour in the early hours to see the sun rise on Canada Day.
In August, I had a reunion in Los Angeles.
In September, I finally ventured to the Canadian Rockies on a West Trek tour.
In October, I went to my first Canucks hockey game.
In November, I spent four days hiking the Inca Trail to Machu Picchu.
In December, I flew home for Christmas.