When embarking upon my trip I was frequently asked why I was uprooting my life in such a way? I had a comfortable home, job I enjoyed and was surrounded by family and friends. So why would I want to leave all of it behind? My answer to most people was why not? I’m young with no responsibilities, it was perfect timing. However, the truth was far more personal. The reason was my Grandfather who I’d never met.
My Mum had only told me a few stories about him but one in particular stuck with me. She told me how he had worked hard all of his life and saved where he could for the time he retired. Unfortunately, he never made it to retirement and never got to do the many things he had planned.
I shared this with my Mum teary eyed over a curry before leaving, making the waiter feel slightly uncomfortable and not knowing when to bring me my wine. However, it was a step towards her understanding my wanderlust and that I wasn’t abandoning her without reason.
I was also lucky enough to have found someone who also shared this need to explore, or at least agreed to tag along and embrace my silly ideas. Having spent his entire life in Shrewsbury, my partner-in-crime, Matt, did not need much persuading.
Me and Matt at our first baseball game in Boston
We had caught the travel bug after an eighty-seven-day trip around the US and Canada. A few years later and we have taken the plunge to move abroad. We were lucky enough to secure the elusive working holiday visas for Canada and over the past year have trundled around in our car held together by duct tape. Starting in Calgary and exploring the west coast led us to driving cross-country and settling for winter in Halifax, Nova Scotia. We have covered a lot of ground in a year and with a year left on our visas we hope to explore a lot more of this beautiful country.
This blog will detail our adventures past and present, providing tips along the way in the hope of helping others explore, whether travelling for a few days, weeks or years.