First off, I want to say that I have a lot of admiration for those who have packed up and/or sold off their items of their former lives to live on the road out of a suitcase or backpack. Whether it's travelling on a budget, being a digital nomad or finding jobs to keep their dreams alive - it takes some serious cojones and certainly not easy. I admire you all as you have captivated me with your stories of adventure, love and incredible experiences over the glasses of wine during my own travels.
When I'm home, I live vicariously through your blogs, instagrams and other social media platforms wishing I was where you were with the saltwater on my skin and sand between my toes.
Over the past year, I have travelled on and off with time at home between trips as I always knew I would be coming home to catch up with family and friends to tell them about my travels over drinks or dinner.
Further to that, I always knew that I had something else planned and would be gone in a few weeks to set-off on an another adventure in pursuit of living my dreams of working independently to further develop my non-profit initiative, Project #ShowSumLove, and of course, surfing.
But, when push came to shove I had to admit to my stubborn self that the nomadic life wasn't for me.
Toronto winters aren't great but they are bearable and constantly running to an everlasting summer isn't sustainable.
As much as I tried to convince myself, I didn't enjoy the feeling of an unsettled life because I'm a person who likes structure.
In the beginning, I loved meeting new people to keep in touch with and possibly, re-connect with but later on, a part of me started to feel worn from having the same introductory conversation with new people.
I really loved cooking meals when I was on the road, as it brought people together to chat and share. However, I really started to miss cooking in my own kitchen.
At first, travel was my way to get re-charged and re-focussed but as the year progressed, I used it as an escape from my trips back home as a way to avoid the conversations and pressures to live a more settled life.
Do I still continue to dream of living in a place where I could surf after work and thrive in a role that I love? Absolutely.
But a summer SUP session or fall surf session on the lake will do just fine.
Coming home this time, I realized that it was time to stay put for awhile with nothing forecasted for travels until I have settled back in. By no means will the adjustment back to life in Toronto be easy because I know it won't be. But, I'm ready. I'm ready to rise to the challenges, get back to the grind, the structure and do what I'm best at - in a world that I thrive in.
Don't get me wrong, there are so many things that I love about travelling abroad but I have to say, I do quite enjoy the comforts of home. Honestly, I would rather go back to see the world on a part-time basis, work full-time and be home so that when those I've met abroad are swinging by my city that I can host and show them around.
I don't want to conquer the world in 3 to 5 years; I want to do it over the next 10 to 15 years spending time in the places I visit to truly enjoy my surroundings and hopefully one day, with someone to share those adventures with. So, that's that.
I'm not a nomad. I'm a faux-mad and I'm not ashamed to admit that.
I don't fake my travels by any means (who does that anyways?) but I am not one for perpetually travelling and moving from city to city, country to country and continent to continent.
After trying to live the nomadic lifestyle, I realized that it isn't for me but hey, it doesn't mean that it will stop me from continuing to explore the world, try new experiences, or live my dreams 🙂