“Wait, how did I get here?”
The only thing I truly knew I wanted to do was TRAVEL. Naturally. Same as everyone right?
All my life I had been told University was a must in order to be successful, but I didn’t know what I wanted to be when I grew up, even after high school. I was also told that once I got started I would figure it out along the way. So, fast forward 5 years, add a degree, subtract my savings and I still had zero idea of what I wanted to do…
THE INTERNAL STRUGGLE
Most people I knew had either taken a gap year to backpack, or had been on overseas trips to amazing places. I longed for these experiences. But there I was, 5 years post high school, and had done little to no travelling. I hated this. I felt unaccomplished and lost as to what was next, especially with little money left after acquiring a very expensive piece of paper from my University.
I did some research, I spoke to some friends and I finally made a decision. I would work my butt off this summer to replenish some funds and then move to my dream city – Paris. I spoke to numerous French families and found the perfect one to be their Au Pair aka nanny. I took the leap and set a date! I’ll tell you more about the logistics of being an Au Pair another time though (visas, planning, family selection, etc.).
MAKING IT HAPPEN
I spent the summer working 3 jobs. Part time reception, full time reception and full time serving. Wow, I was exhausted by the end. BUT I did it! And now I was heading off on the most exciting (and terrifying) adventure yet!
OFF I GO
This first adventure was 27 and a half hours I should add. I was heading to Europe a week earlier than my work contract started so that I could have a little vacation after my long and hard-worked summer. 1 difficult goodbye with my family, 10 hours of travel, and 3 large hockey bag size luggages I had arrived in Paris. I was only there to drop my bags and then carry on another 17 hours to get to Split in Croatia. Maybe a little adventurous (and poor planning) for my first trip hah! But, anyway that’s a story for another time!
Well I’ll make this first post short. It was really hard leaving my friends and family to go live in a stranger’s home in a strange country where I was on my own, 10 hours away from my support system. There were doubts and struggles, certainty and ease, high and lows and in the end I am so thankful I stuck with it, because look at me now!
There you have it. I can confirm all the cliches and cheesy things people say about living abroad are true. How annoying, right?
Thank you for reading!
A serious thank you to my parents who without them, none of this would have been a reality. It took you a hot minute to get on board, letting your baby go to a different continent all alone (understandable I guess…), but you did! And now you have the best excuse to travel more! How many new countries is that now? 6? You’re welcome ; ) xoxo
Sorry for the cheesiness I promise I’m done now! K BYE!