One Year Later

January 1, 2015

|In Travel, Inspiration, Personal stories

One year ago today, on January 1st 2014 at 8am, we locked the door of our flat in Montreal for the last time, leaving behind an empty shell of what was our life of the previous seven years, and dropped the key through the mail slot. As it resonated loudly in the dark empty box, I felt an excitingly familiar feeling in my stomach: we were homeless, the unknown awaited us. It was amazing to ring in the New Year in such a drastic, life-changing, exciting way, and the feeling hasn’t left me since.

I wish I could tell you what 2015 will be made of but, in all honesty, I haven’t got a clue. 2014 will be a hard act to follow, I can tell you that much. We’ve been lucky that we are still in a position to afford travelling for a while, partly thanks to working remotely and mostly for being on a tight cheap-ass budget most of the time.

I have trouble putting into words all that I have seen those last 365 days. Places so surreal that they felt like I had just stepped into the pages of a travel magazine, places where the nights were as hot and balmy as the days, places I had dreamed of and places I never knew existed. My wish for the new year is for you to realize your dreams and take the plunge, whatever your dreams may be made of. I long for you to experience such places and feelings as I have this past year. The feeling of being able to take a step back and be inspired by just waking up each day and experiencing a new country, a new city, a new bed is an amazing experience – one I will never forget. One I dare to hope will never end.