I’ve been away from my “home” in the UK since the 30th of June 2017. My first four months of travel were a whirlwind tour of South America, running from Venezuela anti-clockwise to Brazil. It was intense and exciting. A new adventure every couple of days in a completely foreign land with practically no Spanish skills. I couldn’t have asked for more from my first solo travelling experience.
Since November 2017, I have been living in Whistler, BC, Canada. It’s a touristy, upmarket mountain town with expensive living costs but outstanding natural beauty. Initially I had planned to stay just for the winter ski season with the aim of spending as much time as possible in ski boots.
By January I had realised that my best way of achieving this would be to train as a ski instructor. Determined not to be stuck with “never-evers” (never-ever-skied-befores) I set my sights on passing my level 1 and level 2 qualifications back to back before applying for any jobs.
I was lucky to get a part-time ski instructing job in March (on top of my existing work) teaching 5-12yr old with just 6 weeks of the season left. It was an intense 6 weeks working two jobs with no time off but it was probably one of the best decisions I’ve ever made.
Now the ski season is over, I’m still hanging around in Whistler. I’m determined that next year I’ll ski instruct full-time and for the moment I’m happy just waiting for that to happen. Locals have spent all winter bragging about the charms of Whistler in summer, so I guess I’ll find out what all the fuss is about…
Why did I suddenly decide to travel now?
I’m 25 years old with an English degree, three years of marketing experience working in London, a supportive family and a good group of friends. Most people would be happy with just that. But I’m not. I want to do something different. Experience new things; make my own path; be different from all the other of twenty-somethings moving aimlessly through life, sick of their desk jobs but not brave enough to do anything about it. A quarter life crisis is becoming a common turn of phrase these days. And many people my age don’t know what they want to do with themselves.
I’ve learned in those three years that a life of sitting at a desk, completing the same tasks day-in day-out, having the same conversations with the same people, and commuting on the same train every day of every week isn’t for me. I want something more. What that is, I don’t know. But I’m on a journey to find it. Join me.