What can I say about November… so long and good riddance!
The days got shorter and darker, the weather in Vancouver was pretty ‘Meh” and since I was participating in Sobevember, I couldn’t even have a drink to boost my spirits. Needless to say, I’m happy to put November behind me.
I will admit that the lack of happy hours and weekend drinks with friends did lead me to spend some more time at home (my wallet is very happy about that) which gave me a chance to discover some me bloggers that kept my wanderlust meter full through the dreary month of November:
From blogs to YouTube, SnapChat, Instagram and more, it’s easy to catch a case of wanderlust in this day and age. So much so, that sometimes it can feel that everyone and their grandmother is off on some grand adventure.
But the travel blogging/ vlogging community isn’t about sharing their adventures to put them on an unreachable pedestal. It’s quite the reverse.
The majority share with the world in an attempt to let us all know that if you want to travel the world and/ or live a different type of lifestyle, it can be done. Regardless of where you come from or what budget you may have, catching a case of wanderlust can be easily cured, if you are willing to take a little risk.
I admit it. I have a habit of frequenting the larger retail stores in the city – H&M, Forever 21, and ZARA are just a few of the stores I shop at regularly. But on occasion, I crave a different kind of experience.
One that doesn’t have me entering a store filled with rows and rows of the same cardigan. A shopping experience that’s more intimate and inviting, allowing me the opportunity to truly find something special; an item that only a few are privy to.
That’s when I head to some of my favourite boutiques in the city, where I’m bound to find something that isn’t being purchased-on-repeat by the masses.
I received the best colour and cut of my life when I was in Lisbon, Portugal. Despite the language barrier, we were able to communicate and I received exactly what I asked for.
It made me realize that my hairdresser at home maybe wasn’t all I thought she was. Maybe I had become complacent going to her for so long that I never even realized how unsatisfied I was until I was forced to try someone new and it made me remove my rose coloured glasses.