"It's decade to immerse yourself in every single thing possible. Be Selfish with your time, and all aspects of you. Tinker with shit, travel, explore, love a lot, love a little and never touch the ground."
If I had a dollar for every time
somebody asked why I was moving/have moved, well I’d have a lot of dollars. I
myself have still not got my answer down to something remotely socially acceptable,
so here I am trying to explain it.
Every part of my being has an intense fear of being
"stuck", in the same place, same job and same life.
Waking up and eating the same piece of vegemite toast, going to
work catching the train, missing the train, running constantly & almost
always being tired. Not being able to remember the last time you had enough
sleep. Trying to justify it. They often say if you want to save you need
something to save for. I believe it is the same thing for life, if you want to
live (not simply exist) you need something to live for. Something that scares
you shakes you to the core and challenges you.
That something for me is travelling.
Moving, exploring and being anonymous in a city I am just getting
to know.
So here I am now in Toronto, sitting in Tim Hortons listening to a
homeless man make crazy manic noises whilst onlookers sink a little further
into their coats. I truly did quit my life in Sydney and it is incredibly
terrifying to know that I do not have a return ticket but also liberating.
Don’t think for a second that there aren’t people back home that I miss with
every part of my soul but moving here making a home here standing on my own two
feet, I’m doing this for me. There are moments where I feel myself falling a
part with the weight of my decisions but I know one day I will grow stronger, I
will meet new friends, make new memories and one day look back and know with
all my heart that this was the right choice.
“Live through this and you
won’t look back”
