I Migrated Continents At The Height Of The Pandemic

From the prospect of derailment to final triumph, this is my journey across continents while the world is still gripped by a lockdown.

Graphic created by the author.

I had been scheming to move way before the outbreak in Wuhan. I plotted this move in 2018. Naturally, I hadn’t the slightest of clues that I’d end up moving amid a global — and growing — catastrophe.

I’ve just moved to Vancouver, Canada, from New Delhi, India. This is the story of my travel experience, shore to shore, and what I’ve learned about the fertile power of my creative imagination.

I frequently considered the option of not writing this piece at all, because a dwindling number of people want to read another post about anything remotely related to the crippling virus. We should aspire to move on.

But something inside me nudged at my moral desire to want share this journey, because I understand how unusual it is to migrate even between cities in these anomalistic times.

I, swimming against the current, decided to move 180 degrees across the planet, all by myself.

There’s a common thread that winds through us humans — it connects us through the stories we tell, the experiences we share, and the tales we…