Over the past eight years I have played with the idea of living abroad. At first, it was when I was travelling in Australia. I had some good friends that felt like family and I looked at transferring my schooling to the land down under, but with the cost of foreign tuition, I returned to Canada. A few years later, I was just completing my university degree and thought “Why not leave for a couple of years?”, but a relationship held me back. Fast forward a few more years, I was almost ready to take the plunge into South America when a really good job opportunity popped up. These weren’t bad choices to stay in Canada, they really weren’t. I finished my education, I made good friends, I learnt what love was, I studied new languages, and grew in my career. Yet, there was something lacking. It was that nagging feeling that I was missing something.
I tried to fill the void with travel. I headed south to Belize, Costa Rica, and Nicaragua. I travelled across the world and below the equator in search for adventure in South Africa, yet I still felt like something was lacking. Then it came to me. I was depriving myself of one of my goals for nearly a decade. Why wasn’t I fulfilling my dream to live abroad? I have great job but I have no kids, no husband, no mortgage. And when I thought about it, I have roughly 30-40 years of my life left to work… and as hard as it is to give up a career in a location I love, the experience to live and work abroad out-weighed the positives of staying here.
So I have decided to move abroad. Where to? When? You’ll find out soon.
Have you ever lived abroad? Or wanted to?