I love to travel and to explore. Outside everyday life’s mundanity, everything shines: there are long train journeys with a window seat, the aroma of sweeter and stronger coffee (cafe con leche in Spain - YES!) or new sounds, scents and spices you breathe in at local markets, instant new friends you meet at a hotel bar or the little seaside town you never planned to visit (hello Nerja!) but the waitress urged you go.
Sometimes, the desire to jet off to an unexplored country isn’t a priority or possibility. That is when exploring our own city is a welcome relief. From new local eateries, a weekend farmer’s markets, an art exhibit (hello Toronto Art Fair!) to cool shops a few neighbourhoods away reminds me you don’t have to hop on a plane to fill your wanderlust spirit.
Whatever your gypsy soul longs for, exploring is definitely something I need keep inviting into my world and reminding myself to enjoy (hello Tony, my partner & trip advisor!).
The world will never be completely right. There will always be mess. Messy rooms, relationships and friendships.
We will never fully arrive. There is no perfect. As an adult, I understand that now.
It IS the journey. The moment in time. The place. The person you share it with. Your family, flawed and perfectly imperfect.
I want to let go of perfect and embrace truth and the beauty in it.
Experience has taught me to pause and take in these experiences, embrace the mess, jump on board for smaller adventures and to be thankful for those who wish to share it with you.