Apologies...

Well it seems like ages since I have filled this screen with travel bits and bites. As it always seems to happen, my life overran my life, and things got put on the back burner, this being one.

But a new chapter is about to begin, and new adventures about to be had. From the Galapagos, and Quito, to Vancouver and the Olympics, New York to Utah, there is no end to the changes that must occur for us to grow up, and move on.

This new year will bring new experiences, tastes, sounds and smells, but with the new, must the old go out, and I will be saying goodbye to some friends, family and places that have gotten me through the past three years of being here in Canada.

What does all this mean? Stay tuned to find out.

Til next time....

Why Some Things Change....

Henry Miller, a man that not many remember, once said that "One's destination is never a place, but a new way of seeing things."

This could be why some people thrive on traveling to return home.  With travels, come a new way of seeing things, and understanding things.  So that when you return home, one can never truly understand where one was before.

Family that you always fight with in my case, become a link to our past, in a place that you may never be.  Friends either come along for the ride and put up with your incessant chatter about your next trip - which in essence is like your next fix.  Travelers crave their next get away with about the same zest as a junkie craves his next hit.  (Though it is a hard addiction to have.)

My greatest downfall, was my inability to keep my itchy feet to myself.  I told everyone and anyone that I wanted to leave, and that I wanted to get out.  This made even my best friends shy around me, and keep their distance, as they knew that I would soon leave.  

And while when we return from our travels, we can not see things for what they were, so the people that we leave behind find it hard to find the people that we were before we left.

But still the traveler will travel.  And those afraid will not.

Recent Journeys

I begin this tale, not at the beginning, nor at the end. Instead, I bring my experiences to you right in the middle of the most interesting part of the story. Will this make it easier to understand? I doubt that. Will it necessarily make sense? I think not. But that is not what this is about. In essence, this blog is about the obstacles that have been placed in my path, to help me develop into the person that I am slowly becoming.

I am slowly blossoming into an adult that understands what it is to be alive. What it means to take risks and fail, but always what this world demands of us to succeed. The road is not always easy, and it is not always what we expect or crave, but it is. And as long as that road exists, I will continue to walk it, in search of a place where I feel at home, a place that whispers sweet nothings in my ears every time I close my eyes, and gives me a brand new sight every time I open my eyes.

What is life, if not a series of beautiful moments that we enjoy, life and savor?

As Oscar Wilde once said, "memory is the diary that we all carry with us". When my journey is done, I dream of having a diary full of joy and happiness, and no wasted moments. Do you?