Isle of Skye, Scotland
Apologies for a complete lack of posts lately; between road-tripping across America and Canada, trying to completely furnish and decorate a house from afar, making it to Toronto in time to have Thanksgiving dinner with my mum, and showing my boyfriend around Quebec and Ontario, I’ve been quite busy lately.
So far, our road trip has been wonderful, filled with stops to see family scattered along the east coast. We’ve travelled across nineteen states and two provinces so far, with one more province to go – we’ve camped in the woods of Kansas, stayed in a Motel 6 in Kentucky, eaten Philly cheese steaks in Pittsburgh, ran through seagulls on the beaches of Cape Cod, supped on lobster rolls in Boston, rode bicycles on Nantucket, walked around the old city of Quebec, devoured poutine in Montreal, and relaxed with beer and friends in Toronto. I always love road trips for these reasons, though, for great food and great company and stretches of empty road ahead of us.
It’s strange to think that I don’t have a big trip being planned at the moment, as I almost always do. I know I’ll be in Colorado again soon, and perhaps even Alabama, California, Arizona, or Florida. After a few months of settling, working, and studying, I hope to be taking off for another year adventure, but to where, and to do what, I don’t really know.
But for this ambiguity, I am thankful. It was this lack of a plan that allowed me to travel so much for the past six years, allowed me to be spontaneous. I am thankful for that, and I am thankful for so many things: for my beautiful family, for my hilarious and interesting friends, for the ability to see the world, for all of the people who have helped in my travels along the way, for all of the incredible comforts I have in my life, and for Aaron.
Happy Thanksgiving to everyone, Canadian or not.