All posts filed under: Travel

Three Years, Three Countries

I grew accustomed to moving at a young age. You could say my parents have “itchy feet”, as staying in one place for long periods of time has never been their strong point. By the time I started third grade, I’d lived in three out of fourteen states on the East Coast. To say the least, I live a relatively nomadic lifestyle. It became a routine for me; packing up, shipping out, and preparing myself to adapt to a completely new environment. I was young then, so I never really viewed moving as a beneficial change. To me, it was being torn away from the place I called “home” at the time. My friends, my house, my school, my life as a whole. Can you blame me? Moving was a huge step for a melodramatic child. But eventually, it turned into something comfortable. By fourth grade, we’d settled down – temporarily. A sleepy town in rural North Carolina molded its way into my heart, becoming my “home base”. I recognized and embraced the fact that …

Living Across a Threshold

I’m lying in my bed, with six candles illuminating both the room and my spirits with their soft, summery glow. I know that a chilled Montreal air is only inches away on the other side of my old, fogged window, but I am warm and dry. I swaddle myself in my comforter, and I just feel so at home. Cut to a glistening California morning, birds singing their sweet morning wake up calls and the familiar morning sun greeting me through the window and the slits of my tired eyes. The same sensation creeps into my realm of thought: home. For anybody who has lived between cities, or moved across countries, and made loving homes in all the places they’ve nested in, this is for you. My life changes on a pretty consistent basis, my experiences continually changing who I am. I’m in a constant state of learning, evolving according to those I encounter and situations I find myself in. In addition to all of this – the generically prescribed experience of a 20-year-old young …

Island Memories

I will never forget the first time I arrived on Tenerife. The unbelievable warmth of the wind, the blaze of the sun, the unique smell of salty air mixed with the dust from the roads. It was the first minute upon landing I knew I wanted to live there, at least for a while. And I did. Being the stubborn restless girl that I am, I packed my bags and was off to study Spanish nowhere else but on the coolest of the Canary islands. So there I was, standing shyly at the burning airport with a hilariously huge suitcase, looking up the address of the place that would become my new home. I was nervous, I was lost, I was scared and I was overwhelmingly excited, all of the above mixed together into a cocktail of emotions I was not sure how to deal with. It’s hard to put in words how crazy the experience was or how much it taught and changed me. Finding yourself on a tiny piece of land somewhere in …

Find The Beauty in Your City

Listen While Reading: Dreaming of You // Cigarettes After Sex. The sweet, almost dizzying, aroma of the tiny boulangerie around the corner is wafted in the summer breeze; a cloud of butter and almond and cinnamon. A lady in a crisp white apron and immaculate, elegant flats is rushing to the front of the shop and in a series of orchestrated moves, she’s barricaded the door and away she goes, soon disappearing down yet another unknown street. As I turn my head around, I’m almost cast out of balance by a couple, racing on their vélos. They’re chattering in loud, rapid French, and I’ve been here long enough so as to be able to make a positive guess that they’re most likely not settling a quarrel but rather just babbling about. “Je te dis, c’etait vraeiment terrible!”, the man exclaims with a grandiose gesture of his hands and the woman soon falls into a fist of fairy giggles, her quivering body effortlessly maneuvering the bicycle underneath her. Carried away by my thoughts, I find myself descending the creaky …

Dreams Within Your Heart

Listen While Reading: This Must Be My Dream // The 1975. I distinctly remember walking the streets of London on a foggy and misty May morning and feeling completely serene and content with my life. London had always been a dream; a place I had ventured to only in my dreams or through my endless assortment of books and historical movies. I would talk about London like I had travelled there multiple times, when in reality, the closest I had gotten to the city was through pictures on a computer screen. One day, as I was finishing up my third year of college, I was sitting outside one of the main buildings on campus. I had my earphones on, listening to one of those songs that easily stir up all your emotions. And as I watched cars speeding by on the streets and students hustling to their next class with books balancing in the hands, a sudden and rather irrational decision came to me: I was going to London. You can only imagine the look on my parent’s faces …

What Traveling Has Taught Me

Listen While Reading:  I Can Change // LCD Soundsystem. “It is not better, it is not wore, it is different and different is good.”  The greatest experience happened my senior year of high school when I traveled to Asia for the first time on a one month trip to Vietnam and China. It was an every-day learning adventure that I am grateful for. Traveling is one of the greatest gifts you can give yourself or others. At the age of 20, I already visited 20 different countries. For some people that may seem like a lot and for some it may seem like a little but for me, it’s just enough. Enough to know that there is so much more in the world to see and experience. Each place had its own glory in its own way and that’s what made them different from each other. The places I went to were all amazing places. They were also the most eye-opening places I’ve ever been to. The people were so nice and the food was …

A Guide to Easy Traveling

Listen While Reading: Home // Rhodes. Spring and summer are upon us. That means warmer weather, sunnier days, and vacations. Summer is the time of year where I leave the worries and stress of school behind me. I am able to take a moment and breathe. Immediately after that, my mind begins to flutter all over, trying to figure out what I will exactly do for an entire three months. I am a very restless person. Although I thoroughly enjoy those few days where I just sleep literally all day, I can’t do it all the time. On my days off from work and school, I’m always out of the house, trying to find something to do. Summer is a little hard for me because besides having a part-time job, I have all this other free time which I need to fill up. Before, summer used to revolve around swimming every day and many day trips to the beach. Now that I am a little older, I am pulled to explore more in the world. …