Don’t get me wrong, I love a good vacation. There’s nothing more relaxing than sitting on a warm beach somewhere or traversing the streets of a country I’ve never been to before. However, the wanderlust mentality is something I see quite often online and I just can’t get on board with it. The idea of my main goals in life revolving around hopping on an airplane any time I can is so anxiety-inducing that I’m getting a bit nervous thinking about it right now. I am a homebody at heart. Home is where my creative juices flow and where I can truly be myself without judgement or discomfort. Travelling, on the other hand, can be fun, but I never think about it as a necessity to feel like I’m getting the most out of life, and neither should anyone else that has noticed this social FOMO pressure.Read More
We ate. A Lot. And we also walked around a lot. And Drank.
Everything we did was done in copious amounts. But, we had decided early on that we didn’t want to be tourists; rather visitors who paid a bit too much for cappuccinos every morning and worked off everything they had for breakfast because the transit system was just too complicated to bother learning, let alone, implementing every day we were there. While in Paris, we took advantage of the relatively warmer weather when we first arrived to walk up to Montmartre to get some burgers at Le French Burger and little bottles of wine that we ate and drank at the nearby cemetery. Cemetery’s are my favourite thing to visit in older cities because most of the time they are very lavish and gothic.Read More
We sat with the warm Montreal breeze on our skin and a cold beer in our hands and I couldn't help but contemplate how it would feel to be even farther away from home with only him by my side. The notion of living somewhere else entirely has been terrifying me for the past few months since I found out that it would be happening and while it is ultimately my choice, I still feel somewhat out of control whenever I think about it.Read More