I’ve always loved to write. My memory is terrible and I often write as I travel just to remember. I have thought about blogging my adventures, but never managed to get to the doing stage. I am the ultimate procrastinator. Now, sitting in my parents basement, with 2 months before my next trip and no job, it seems like the perfect time to get started.
What do I hope to accomplish with this? At the very least, I want to remember my life, my successes and my failures through my own eyes. I want others to have a deeper understanding of my life out on the road. I want to practice writing and one day call myself a writer. At the very best, maybe this will jump start me into a career as a travel writer. Who doesn’t want to get paid for living their life’s passion??
Today, I am considered by society to be “a failure at life”. I am 20 something…and closer to 30 something than 20 something. I do not have a career. I do not have a car. I do not have a place I call home. I am single and not looking. I live on a whim. I flee at the thought of responsibility. Everything I own fits into my backpack and a couple of boxes. I am worth nothing and owe a lot.
But, my life is rich in adventure, global experience and passion.
My happiness doesn’t come from a man who loves me, a beautiful house or the prospect of raising a family. My happiness comes from a plane ticket, my backpack and the freedom to discover the world.
And although now I can’t imagine it any other way, it wasn’t always like that.
Once upon a time, my life was on the path to “success” in every traditional sense. I had a long term boyfriend. I graduated high school with honours. I went to University. I graduated with a degree. I started another degree. I knew what was next. Get a job. Then buy a house. Then get married. Then have babies. Then …..wait to die.
To me, this didn’t sound like a life to strive for. Was I missing a step? There must be more. I couldn’t imagine the monotony of that kind of daily life. Although I couldn’t really articulate it at the time, I felt like life was a box. And with each step toward an ordinary life, that box was shrinking with me inside. But I didn’t know what was outside of that box or even how to get out.
It was a struggle, but I did manage to pull myself out of that box before it swallowed me up. The first few steps were big ones. I broke up with my boyfriend. I quit University before I had finished my second degree. That summer, I took a job outside of my province, and left everything and everyone I knew behind. It was a start, but I still needed more.
That fall, I boarded a fateful plane to Australia, with hopes that a year abroad would help me “find myself” and figure out what I wanted to do with my life.
Little did I know, how big the world outside that box was or how my passion would be unearthed on the other side of the world. In Australia, I achieved everything I set out to do. My life has become a journey I could never have fathomed before. And I have never been happier.
Join me, as I TRAVEL MY LIFE AWAY.
Up next…what happened on that fateful journey in Australia.