It’s the most wonderful time of the year… and no, I’m not talking about Christmas.
Fall is on the horizon! Meaning chunky knits, patterned scarfs, layers of texture and more boot options than one can comprehend. The September issues of Marie Claire, InStyle, and ELLE are lining the shelves, tempting us to purchase new trends and having us wish Starbucks would just go ahead and launch the Pumpkin Spice Latte!
When you are travelling for an extended period of time, you’ll fight your way through many early mornings. Whether it’s to catch a flight, wait for a bus, or meet up for the local tour; the morning often comes sooner than you think.
One thing I struggle with when travelling is how I’m going to make myself presentable for the day ahead when I have so little energy and even fewer products to help me look even vaguely human (I’m looking at you hair straightener).
Heading home after an extended period away is no easy feat. I learned this back in 2011, when I returned home from my first backpacking experience in Europe.
Was I excited to get back? Of course. I was looking forward to plunking my backpack down and never picking it up again… expect to maybe burn it. Beyond that, I was excited to see my family and friends, sleep in a room solo, and take as much time in the bathroom as I desired. But my excitement was lessened by the thoughts of post-trip depression that sometimes crept into my mind.
As I sit here in my childhood home in Ontario, thinking about all I have seen and done in the past five months I am overwhelmed with emotion and imagery. It’s funny how you can think back on a moment in time and almost re-live it, if you can be still enough.
I can still feel the heat of the Sahara sun, smell the salt water air of Crete, and taste my first sip of Italian Grappa (Ugh, so much Grappa). I can remember the bus ride I took from Faro, Portugal to Seville, Spain. The first time I laid my eyes on the intricacy of the stonework at the Alhambra, and my first sip of Belgium Beer in Brussels.