I don’t have one of those, “I quit my job and left my cubicle life behind to go and explore the world!” type stories. I’ve worked in offices, yes, and worked for companies I hated and companies I knew wouldn’t advance my career – hell, I’m working at an office right now, for six weeks. I’ve always known this work is temporary, though, and that the money earned would allow me to travel (or in this case, allow me to save money while I wait for my UK visa). I’ve been offered full-time positions and turned them down. I’ve never worked a day in my life that didn’t contribute, either directly or indirectly, to the life I’ve always known I would live, a life of travel.

I’ve written about how much I love Canada and about how much I miss Canada many times before – it’s my favourite country, and where I my mind wanders to whenever I think of the word “home”. Even though I’ve barely spent a collective year here in the past seven, I’m fiercely patriotic and proud to be from this beautiful and supportive nation. It’s no surprise, then, that occasionally I get homesick, either for Winnipeg or for Toronto. It’s usually on a bus, it’s usually raining, and I’m staring out the window, missing my family or reflecting on the past, present, and future. Oh, and I’m usually (more like always) listening to music.

Santa Catalina Monastery Arequipa, Peru “I’m just reviewing our travel photos,” Kerri texted me yesterday. “I’m looking at Arequipa now. We are so lucky for that trip.” I’m often overwhelmed at just…

Ilha Grande, Brazil I’d replay the evening if I could. It was one of those muggy nights in South America, when the stars hung low and the moon cast its magic across…

  Queenstown, New Zealand     Tel Aviv, Israel     Marrakech, Morocco     Ulan Ude, Russia     Istanbul, Turkey     Florianopolis, Brazil     Rome, Italy    …

“Wow, what a yummy hamburger!” Or so I thought.  It’s that time again, folks. It’s been nearly a year since I last wrote a post about all the hideous, horrible ailments and…