For as long as I can remember, I have always traveled. As a child, my parents, also avid travelers, took me all over North America from Newfoundland to Florida and everywhere in between. Every year, we went somewhere. If time and money allowed, we went far and if time and money were scarce, we stayed closer to home but at least we went somewhere new every year no matter how far or near our destination!
In my teen years, although I still traveled with my parents, I developed my own travel routine I liked to call “the destination unknown road trip”. Myself and a group of friends would pile into my little Honda Accord and start driving with no idea where we were going. Sometimes we ended up in Montreal or Quebec City. One time we even ended up in up-state New York and another time, we found ourselves embarking on a 14-hour sail on a car ferry to Newfoundland.
I am on my own now and no longer live with my parents but that doesn’t mean I have stopped the tradition of going on at least one trip a year. In fact, the last few years, I have gone on several trips every year. The few years have seen me knock several destinations of my “list” including the Rocky Mountains of Alberta and British Columbia, the Magdelan Islands of Quebec, Gros Morne National Park in Newfoundland and Las Vegas where I took side trips to see Death Valley National Park in California and The Grand Canyon in Arizona. For me, traveling is an addiction and when I am at home, I am dreaming about being back on the road and longing to be living out of my suitcase!
My journeys have taken me to many places where I met many wonderful people, saw many magnificent sights and experienced many fascinating things but travel has also had an affect on me in other ways too. It has changed the way I look at the world and the people I share the world with, it has inspired me to pursue my career dreams of being a travel writer and it has given me something to work towards.
I wasn’t very old when I realized that donning a business suit and sitting behind a desk from 9-5, Monday to Friday was the least appealing way of life I could imagine! I vowed not to end up like that but until recently, I had no idea how I would avoid it. I graduated college with a diploma in Media Communications thinking that would lead me to a career that involved being on my feet and moving around from place to place doing interesting things but all it got me was a job in a call centre. It was while I was still in college that I realized that I really enjoyed writing and thought that might be a good career for me. However, it was not until a few years later that I started putting my plan into action.
Today, I still work part-time in that call centre but I spend the rest of my time doing what I really want to do; writing and traveling. So far, I have established a blog, have had two dozen articles published in various publications around North America, have snagged a few travel writing gigs and have ongoing work writing SEO articles for various clients on the side. My dreams of putting my two passions together and making a living from it are starting to become a reality but it may be a while yet before I can quit my day job! It may seem strange to some people that I am choosing to not settle down and find a steady desk job but I would not trade the uncertainty of living the life a freelancer for anything else! Living the life of a full-time travel writer would be a dream come true for me, a dream that will come alive and when it does, I will live happily even after with only the clothes on my back, a notebook and pencil, the open road ahead of me and the world at my fingertips!