Ive been in Canada for a little over a month now. Im here... its happening! All that planning, all that waiting, all those goodbyes and now im actually here in this moment. I kinda struggle (okay, alot struggle) with being in the present and soaking it all in. I am a person that lives in their head alot. I spent a year daydreaming of what my life would look like in Canada and of course, it looks nothing alike. I thought my days would be filled with early morning coffee by the lakes, daily yoga and meditation and afternoon walks through the mountains. And instead its been sudden wakeups by the side of the road, mechanics, admin days, aruging who wants to go where (i live with 3 other people in the RV), and outrunning wildfires.
I acknowledge that i created a fantasy that wasnt going to come to fruition, that was just hoping this dream life that i could fluant on IG. But traveling is hard work and its meant to push you right? Its meant to teach you.
I still have these lingering feelings sitting at the pit of my stomach that are telling me that im just avoiding 'real life' by traveling. But thats a conversation for next time...