Two years of my life were spent traveling around the globe, meeting a heck of a lot of amazing people, creating memories and pretty much crossing ever childhood dream off of my list. I wasn’t quite sure what I was looking for, I just knew it was time for me to leave my hometown that I had been in for the first 20 years of my life. From the moment I stepped foot in the Charles de Gaulle Airport it was as if a weight had been lifted off of my shoulder; one that I didn’t even realize was holding me back for so long.
It was a fresh start, a new beginning of many memories made and very few regrets.
Coming back home to a life that I had put aside for a couple years was one of the hardest adjustments of my life. That post travel syndrome hit me hard and I felt lost and didn’t know where to go next. Those 6 months that followed revolved around trying to figure out how I was going to continue this life on the road as long as I could even though, realistically everyone told me I shouldn’t. I’d said this before, but going abroad changed me; both mentally and physically.
Traveling was great; I got to do what I wanted, when I wanted to. I ate what my body wanted and I saw things I’ve always dreamed of seeing. Slowly I found myself becoming lonely and this journey was no longer as satisfying as it had once been. I stopped going out, I stopped exploring and I just really longed for yet again, another change.
Needless to say, things took a turn for the best and my life did a 180. Instead of jumping on a plane I decided to go back to school and started seeing the beauty in home. Home being Canada of course. It no longer mattered where I was but whom I was with became more important.
Am I done traveling? hell no. I’m never going to stop traveling and I truly believe that the travel bug is real.What I do know is that right now in this very moment I am content with where I am and who I’m choosing to spend my time with and for that, I wouldn’t change a thing.