Europe
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A Slightly Delusional Return to Portugal, and How Quickly Things Fell Apart
While travelling over the last five-months I have tried to approach things as if there are no wrong decisions. Instead, I just make a decision, and make it the best possible choice by pouring everything I have into it. That mindset was tested when I returned to Portugal. Life Between Departures After originally leaving Portugal in March, I made my way into Spain, starting in Sevilla before continuing down to Málaga, where I met up with my mom. From there, we travelled together to Tarifa, so that we could catch the ferry across to Morocco. The ferry brought us to Tangier, where Europe slowly gave way to North Africa in…
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I Thought I Was Looking for a Place, But I Found a Feeling
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I Thought I Was Looking for a Place, But I Found a Feeling
During this trip, I’ve been searching for a new place to call home. But the more places I discover, the more confused I become about what “home” really means to me. The Easy Part is Leaving Everywhere I’ve lived, I’ve been okay saying goodbye. It was easy to leave Vancouver Island. I was ready to move on from Kamloops. And deep down, I always knew Gatineau wasn’t where I would stay long term. So what does home really feel like? Is it material? A space you love because you worked hard to own it? Or is it emotional? A sense of comfort and safety? Is it where your best memories…
