London Calling

It's been a while since I've been on here. Since it started as a travel blog, I figured I had nothing relevant to say while living back home in Canada. However, lots of exciting changes have been developing over the past year and I want to share them. So here it goes; the first exciting change.

The problem with traveling and living abroad is that it unleashes a hunger. A desire to always want to know more, experience more, discover more.

After living in Bangladesh, several things changed. I became incredibly thankful for all the liberties granted me in being born a Canadian citizen. I realized how much I really do love the prairies with its great, big sky and wide open spaces. And I enjoyed the calm, quietness of life until that hunger started up again.

I made a phone call.

We hadn't spoken in over 2 years. A few Facebook messages here and there but I had left Bangladesh, and he had to stay. His research at the children's hospital wasn't finished yet. We didn't think we would ever see each other again.

He answered.

We talked for hours. Like no time had passed between us and no feelings had faded. We made lofty plans of a visit in the summer. He lived in London now. I could visit London.

We kept talking.

Lofty plans turned to definitive. I bought a plane ticket. I found a new job. I sold my car. I was going all in. London was calling.

Now here we are, a little over a year since that phone call. Two Canadians living in a little house in London by a beautiful park and a Saturday street market with some crazy Australians that we love dearly.

Here's to taking risks, seeking adventure, and following our hearts. Here's to those souvenirs.