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Two Suitcases, A One Way Ticket and a Third World Country
On leaving Canada and looking for a place to call home
It was September of 2015 when I clicked the ‘book your ticket now’ button and almost threw up. I just made the most frightening decision of my life. I had no idea what I was getting myself into and, at the time, it didn’t matter.
I knew one thing for sure. It was time to leave Canada. Winter was coming and I was so done.
I had been dreaming of leaving for years, I just never had the confidence to think I could actually pull it off. Until I did.
Bringing the cloud bubble over my head to life
You know the cloud bubble I’m talking about. We all have one. It’s where we store all our dreams. All the “Oh how I wish I could_________ <insert big dream here” thoughts.
My cloud bubble always held one big dream. Leave Canadian winters behind for good. Find a sweet spot in Central America and move. No clue where I wanted to go or where I was going to end up or how I was even going to pull it off.
I just knew I was fucking miserable, I was hating winters more and more each year, and I was tired of the life I was living. Tired of working my ass off only to build someone else’s dream.
