I moved to Vancouver on a whim four years ago. On the surface, I'm a happy and outgoing guy with no troubles. Back home I left behind my broken family. A brother serving time for 15 more years, distraught parents and a recovering sister. My brother killed an innocent person, but I know a part of my family died when we lost him too. If I sum it up, I've been through hell and back. I used to be so angry and lost, but I stopped being that way when I moved to Vancouver. I started living for every moment, I fell in love, pursued my passion and it paid off. I started living for myself, my own life. I learned to let go. You can live anywhere, but if you don't have peace within you won't be happy. So let go of whatever's weighing on you. On that note, damn, it's a beautiful Monday already. I get married to the love of my life in exactly three months.