A year ago I packed my bags and moved to Europe. I had no plan to return, a big broken heart and a fresh start.
One morning I flew back to Toronto to chase a dream and then eventually came to Vancouver. I had nothing but a carry on, some beat up credit cards and a few dollars to my name.
Since then I have been slowly coming home, to myself and this city. The past year is still a lot to wrap my head around. It was a journey of highs and lows that brought me closer to myself.
And now, as I settle into the beautiful city where I grew up, I have found love (or did it find me?) and am rebuilding my life. I'm letting go of the past and choosing a future that makes me happy.
Meanwhile I am so grateful for the nomadic year behind means the lessons I learned along the way. I am going to hold on tight to those.
It's not where you are, it's who you're with.
I'd rather share a small space with fifteen lovely hippies than a five star hotel room with someone who makes me miserable.
It's okay to be angry.
And sad. And depressed. Don't pretend you're not. Don't numb it out. Let yourself feel it, and then let it go.
Being healthy starts with your mind.
There is no supplement that can fix your mind. Talk it out, write it out, go to therapy, forgive other people, forgive yourself, and move the hell on. Choose love over fear even when it seems impossible.
The more authentic you are the more you will draw the right people into your life. And the more fun you'll have. Worrying about what people think is a waste of time and energy.
Think you can't do it? Try. Fears are illusions.
Routine and comfort can be great. It is also liberating to let go of both.
The happiest people I met along the road owned very little. Focus on what really makes you happy.
What do you need in your life? What I needed took me from a yoga camp, to working with teenagers in Paris, to writing about science in Berlin. Every experience brought me closer to myself.
It's okay to get lost, just come home eventually.