For 21 years I called Montreal home. And for 21 years I never got why people loved it here. I never understood what made people want to come from all over the World to visit. What were they seeing? What appeal had them coming back each year? I was never in love with this city. There were moments where I thought I was on the brink, and then nothing. So when the opportunity came up for me to move to the West Coast I obviously jumped at it! Since that one move to Alberta, I've c
Alright Wanderers, Happy New Year! I hope that wherever you were in the world your holidays were full of adventure & excitement. For me I was able to go back to Montreal to see my family & friends for the first time in 6 years for Christmas so that was a huge gift for me. Got back a week ago and was gifted with a not go great flu that's knocked me out for the last few days but I'm slowly recovering enough to finally get out of bed and get back onto the blog. So here we go wit
10 years. Ten years is a long time to think ahead when you’re a teenager. Ten years to a teenager brings you from being a kid to being an “adult”. From high school to University graduate (for some). Living in angst with your parents to possibly being homeowners. To single & thinking boys are weird creatures to possibly in a committed relationship/engaged/married. Ten years can see a lot of change. Personally, mentally, emotionally, physically, geographically. The changes can
A little over a year ago I was in serious denial about what was next for me with my New Zealand visa only a few weeks shy of it's expiration date. 12 months previously with a new visa & a seriously adventurous spirit I boarded a flight from Montreal to Auckland without a clue of what lay on the other side. Fast forward to this time last year & I was so blissfully in love with the country & all it had to offer that the thought of leaving tore at me constantly. Barring a quick
How many of you have ever wished you were somewhere else? Working 10 straight days but wishing you were on the beach? In the middle of a blizzard ion January and wishing you could be strapped into a kayak chasing some heavy white-water instead? Whatever the place might me I think we’re all guilty of wishing we were somewhere else at least once in our lives. I know I have, more so now than ever before. I’ve been living back in Canada for just short of 9 months, and this is the
"As you travel solo, being totally responsible for yourself, it's inevitable that you will discover just how capable you are".