#travelbuggin

Lately I have been feeling this insane urge to pack up all my things and travel. Just leave this city and go on an adventure for a few months...or longer, if I’m lucky. Now, I would definitely follow through with this dream plan of mine right now if I weren’t financially incapable at the moment (*insert crying emoticon*)…that is why I have officially declared next summer as my time to explore (and early 2015 if I manage to secure a semester abroad for school!). Travelling is something that everyone should experience in his or her lives. It’s that standard, necessary experience that we’ve all gotta do at least once to say we have. Though I, quite frankly wish I could spend my entire life broadening my mind culturally; immersing myself into each and every exquisite place I visit.  I wish I could spend a portion of my life traveling from one, beautiful, foreign land to the other. I wish I could try insanely dope and exotic foods that I have never heard of, and meet people all around the globe, and take those super cliché but undeniably breathtaking photos of famous landmarks… I mean, the list could just go on for-freakin-ever. The point is, I never imagined myself to stay in Vancouver my whole life. Perhaps as morbid as it may sound, I don’t intend to “die in Vancouver”. I don’t even know what I mean half the time I say it, but it’s basically just my melo-dramatic way of saying that I don’t want to spend my the duration of my life confined within this city. In all of its beauty, Vancouver is my home and I absolutely adore it—but I wouldn’t consider it my endgame.

  I want to put a lock on the “Love Lock” Bridge with my lover (or friend... idk) in Paris, I want to swim in the Mediterranean Sea while visiting Santorini, I want to learn Dutch in Amsterdam (if only you knew how great my love for The Netherlands is <3)… UGH. I wish moving outside of Canada was that simple though. Unfortunately, nowadays it seems as though the only way to attain citizenship anywhere else is by getting work in that desired location (which is really only possible if you’re a superhuman at your job and are more skilled than an actual citizen of that country) or of course the easier option, marrying a citizen of said country. All technicalities and hindrances aside, Europe or (she gulps before typing it, with the fear of sounding TOTALLLLY cliché and getting judged out of the wazoooo) New York would be my dream places to relocate. 

Amsterdam: I don’t know what it is about it, but over the years I have developed this unyielding fascination and adoration for Amsterdam. I vacationed there about 2-3 years ago with my family, and although a chaotic short trip (… there were 4 of us living in a tiny house boat… needless to say, tempers were flaring), I’ve been absolutely obsessed with it. Perhaps it’s the culture, the landscapes, the food, and the people… perhaps it’s everything. Amsterdam is a place that I would truly love to settle down in and build a life in. New York on the other hand…. Boo0o0ooy. Where do I even start? Obvs the more cliché of the two, NYC is a hectic, fast-pace, flashy, crowded mess of a city… and I am in.freakin.love.with.it. Having not been there since the winter of 2012 (it was that trip that I met my love, NICK JONAS! Omgomg), I’ve been dying to go back. New York City is a no-brainer for me because I consider it the “hub” for journalism. If there were a place where my career could truly take of and I could honestly have a shot at making a name for myself, this would be the place to pursue it.  

Who knows where I’ll end up, which I guess is what makes this whole “future” thing fun (mostly scary…but a little fun, I guess). All I know is that regardless of all the setbacks (because there will be setbacks), I’m set on having an adventure abroad. That’s happening for daaaaamn sure. 

Anywaaaays, sorry for the above word-vomit. I’m sick, in bed, drinking tea... and it’s like 30+ degrees out, and my mother thinks I have measles which is why I'm not spending my day outdoors…k I'm done. Basically this blog rant was inevitable.