“Home is not a place, it is a feeling of comfort from within.”
As I said in one of my previous posts ” I wish I knew Then What I Know Now” 2011 when I moved to France was my first major trip and I have been addicted to travelling ever since. It’s an addiction, but it’s the most amazing addiction in the whole world.
There’s something so satisfying about being outside your comfort zone, and straying from your everyday life, waking up in new cities, ready to take in everything it has to offer.
One short year ago I made a personal goal to step foot on every continent (with the exception of Antartica) before I turn 26.
- South America – I will be spending five weeks in Ecuador and Peru this upcoming August.
- Australia – I will be living in New Zealand for the entire year of 2017.
- Africa – Only one left to do and I still have three years left to do it (to meet my goal).
While all of my friends and family know, I haven’t made a blog post yet about the fact that I’m moving to New Zealand.
This coming August, August 18th to be exact I will be finishing my University degree. As a present to myself I will be backpacking South America for five weeks, returning to Canada at the end of September. From October to mid January I am hoping to work full time before flying to New Zealand on January 18th.
For so many generations we’ve been taught to go through grade school, then you either work for your family’s company, or you go to University, and you work in your field of study as soon as you graduate.
However no part of that sounds appealing to me. When I was finishing up high school I thought about travelling right away and then going to University a few years later, however I know myself better than anyone and I knew that if I got out of the school routine, I would never be able to go back. That’s why I decided to go to University right out of his school, get my degree, then travel. That way if anything ever happened i have my degree to fall back on.
The times are changing and I wish more people would realize that. I personally have had a job ever since I was 15, and I was babysitting even before that. At times i would work two or even three jobs at a time. It was what I had to do in order to pay for University and pay for everything else my heart desired. Yes I have made dumb financial decisions at times but who hasn’t? Everything I ever have had in life I have worked my butt off for. There is nothing more satisfying or rewarding than receiving something, or experiencing something and knowing that it is because of your hard work that you earned it.
So many of my friends are graduating around the same time as me and so many of them are stressed, they don’t know what comes after University. Some are going back for another degree, while others are struggling with what to do, because it is becoming harder and harder to secure a full time job with todays economy.
When I graduate from University I will be 22. I think of everything in the grand scheme of things and 22 is young. It’s really young. And I think “do I really want to work for the rest of my life? The rest of my life starting now?” And the answer is no. Every time I ask myself that question the answer is no. I’ve been working part time jobs for the last 8+ years. I’m ready to enjoy life.
There will come a time in my life when I will hopefully, get married and have kids and have a career, but at age 22 I’m not ready for all that responsibility or even commitment just yet. That’s why I have decided to pack my bags and move 9,917 miles away. Move to the other side of the world.
Start over, start fresh. New people, no drama, no history, no baggage. It’s a time that I’ll use to reflect and find myself again, as cliché as that is. I’ve been through a lot with a lot of people. Some great things and some bad things. Some things that have changed me in a positive way and others in a negative way.
I’m moving to New Zealand, not knowing a single person there, I’m moving to New Zealand, with no home and no job. To some people this would scare them. I would be lying if I said to you it didn’t scare me. But at the end of the day this is something I’ve dreamed about for the last 7 years, and what type of person would I be if I didn’t follow the one dream that I have?
With moving day in exactly 247 days I still have so much to do for this move to be as successful as possible. But where’s the fun in having every single detailed planned before hand?
Stay tuned as my blog becomes more travel oriented, and goes through some cosmetic maintenance :)