I grew up in the suburbs of Vancouver, in a little place called Langley. It’s not so little, more like 150,000 people. It has it’s own theatre, mall, and many high schools. That’s what makes a town right? We grew up going to Osoyoos every Summer, in Canada’s only “desert”. I loved it there, I told my mom I’d go there for every vacation for the rest of my life. Now I’m like, how could I ever have imagined that? We took other trips too, like Disneyland, and then when I was older my parents got divorced and my mom re-married. His family had a cabin at Mt. Baker in the US, so we spent a lot of time there, but we also went on trips to places like Isla Mujeres, Mexico, and Cuba. I haven’t seen enough of Canada, other than BC. But obviously BC is amazing, I could be a bit biased there. My brother lives in Calgary, so I’ve been there a lot, and even had a short stint of living there.
When I was 19 I went to live in a little suburb of Munich, Germany. But this time I really do mean little. I think there were 4000 people there. This was a new kind of small town living to me, but it was close enough that I went to Munich a lot. I took many trips from there, to London, Paris, Amsterdam, Prague, Zurich, Budapest, Salzburg, Berlin, Dresden, and sometimes with my host family to their cabin in the mountains of Austria.
When I got back I didn’t know what to do with my life again, so I decided to backpack through Central America. I flew into Cancun, and went through Belize, Guatemala, El Salvador, Nicaragua, (all by bus), and came back home from Costa Rica. I needed to travel more but I couldn’t take an extended trip this time, (we all need $$$ right?) so I visited my friend from my Germany days in her hometown, Philadelphia. We went to New York City from there, and then met up a few months later in San Fransisco. I also went to Portland last year.
The most recent trip I took was to Vietnam and Cambodia, and when I got back I was like, I HAVE TO LEAVE. It was in my mind and I knew it wouldn’t quiet down this time, so Germany is up next again. I’m finally giving in to that little voice in my head and allowing myself to take a huge risk. For some reason it feels bigger and scarier than backpacking alone in Latin America or flying halfway across the world to a live in Asia. That must mean something right? Follow my blog for my adventures.