“I tried to mimic what people did. You know the whole: graduate, have a well-paying job, have a home with Ikea furniture, think about marriage and kids – you name it. Until I travelled to Tuscany. Little did I know when we drove through the cypress hills of San Gimignano, that my life was about to change radically.”
“Hey, don’t you live in LA?”
Each time, a little reminder; each time a little stab. As I explained my situation time and time again, a second question joined the mix.
“Hey, when are you moving to England?”
These two questions rang in my ears day and night, reminding me that my life didn’t seem to be moving forward in any way. Instead, it sat just kind of stalled here in Toronto, a city I’d given 10 years of my life to and was no longer in love with.
“Two weeks before my adventure and I’m relentlessly on the verge of tears. I tell myself that I’m okay, that she’s been gone for a while now. But then, why is there still so much pain?
I lost my mother just over a year ago, and trying to pick up the pieces has been a lot harder than I expected. I was a fool for thinking there was some formulaic way to cope with loss.”
“There is nowhere you can be that isn’t where you’re meant to be.”
“My entire life has been turned upside down because I believed in these words so much. Every decision I made, from the choice of my major four years ago to the huge risk I took a year ago, has led me to where I am right now. And right now, I am the happiest, most secure, most determined I’ve been in my whole life.>
“Many years ago, a few friends and I faced the end of our long relationships around the same time. This sparked many things, including what would be an epic InterRail for two of us. Now, I don’t want my story to be about mending broken hearts with travel… Instead, I’d prefer to tell you about how much you can gain, learn, and grow from traveling alone with a good friend.”