It’s Time To Go
I had my first big trip when I was nineteen, touring around B.C. by myself for a month and have
been addicted to travelling ever since. I made myself a promise that year to hop on a plane every two years and I have kept it. It used to be a trip abroad for three or four months at a time, now
I enjoy a lovely week by myself enjoying Canada. This may sound selfish, maybe it is, but I make absolutely no apologies for it. I work hard to take care of everything and everyone, and taking
time for me is how I keep it all in balance.
One thing I love about travelling is the perspective it gives me. I can leave here and all the ‘busy’ that is my life, and find myself the next day without any plans or direction. I get to do what I want to do, for me, not as a wife or mother or business owner, but for me. Really helps refuel my tank.
It also reminds me how good people are. People I don’t even know have opened their homes and hearts to me, sometimes for weeks at a time when I was working for my keep. They share everything they have and expect nothing in return. There is so much good in the world, it is nice to leave behind what we ‘should’ be doing sometimes and find out what adventures we ‘could’ be enjoying. Life is for living.
Travelling proves as well that we really don’t need much ‘stuff’. Think of things that you can’t imagine living without, then imagine carrying them on your back for a few miles. You’ll quickly realize how much your stuff can weigh you down, that goes for emotional baggage too. Only carry what you need, you will go so much further.
Well, it’s that time again. Tomorrow I grab my toothbrush, a change of clothes and head for the airport to discover a province I have not yet seen. Looking forward to being on the ocean, meeting new people and kissing a fish while I get 'screeched in'. Look out Newfoundland, here I come!