'You know, the older I get, the more I realise how much crazy stuff I've done in my life'- No this isn't something I'm quoting from myself but It's something I overheard an old man say to his friends as he passed by me at the beach today. This struck a chord with me in an instant and led me to write this blog post. You see, I too want to be able to say this to my elderly friends when I'm old and perhaps wiser (not likely). I want to continue creating crazy memories.
Lately I've been reviewing my choice of lifestyle, consumed by the fact that I should fall into the category that society sees most twenty-something year olds these days. Perhaps climbing the ladder in my career, being in a long term relationship, setting up a home, bearing a child, being engaged or even getting married... My entire body constricts when I think of these ideas and my non commitment to routine is reiterated to me. I wonder, is this normal? I look at my life and I compare myself to others I know, near or far wondering if I've been left behind somewhere along the way.

I studied Beauty Therapy, a trade that can be used anywhere in the world, to work in five star hotels and fancy spas but yet it's not my passion. Travel is! For me, It seems that because I chose this area of studies (which I thoroughly enjoyed) it should be my entire career thus my entire life.

I came to Canada with the idea of finally setting down some roots to fulfill society's dream of having a stable career and having a place to call home. And yes of course, It goes that way for a few months and then wanderlust sets in. Wanderlust? It's not something that everyone can relate to, but to sum it up it is the 'complete and utter urge to travel'. It's not the urge to merely go on vacation or a lazy excuse not to work, for me it is the urge to be in unfamiliar places again, meeting more inspirational people, taking up random jobs and discovering new things thus adding more 'crazy' experiences to my life's resumé. This is literally a craving for me, so much so, that if a crazy opportunity arose I would hop on a plane to anywhere in the world and jump at the chance to do something new. But yes, money is the problem, the only problem.

I don't know if many people can relate to this, but the only way I can concentrate on working and saving, is to have travel plans set out in front of me once again.

This has been playing on my mind recently and since I've often heard that your gut feeling is never wrong, I decided that I will now, live by my gut feeling. I have veered away from the 'career path' and taken on two fun jobs instead. I plan to work my ass off for the next few months until I can set off again with a new travel plan in my back pocket.

It may seem crazy but it's my life and I need to realise that Im probably not the only one with these itchy feet and this damn travel bug. I've learned that comparing myself to anyone is not going to make me happy but to follow my heart wherever that may lead to (insert excitement here), is the only way to internal happiness.

So... On that note...

Who's with me?