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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 full-time work) teaching children how to ski. It was an intense time working two jobs with no days off but it was probably one of the best decisions I’ve ever made.

After the ski season finished, I hung around in Whistler for the summer waiting for the snow to return. Locals had spent all winter bragging about the charms of Whistler in summer, so I wanted to find out what all the fuss was about. It was pretty good; there was lots of hiking, amazing views and long, sunny days spent at the lake doing nothing much, but it wasn’t what I’d moved to Canada for. The prospect of ski instructing full time when the snow returned was never far from my mind.

Now that time has finally come, I feel a little less lost. Ski instructing is definitely the best job I have ever had. Every day isn’t perfect, but neither is it when you’re on your days off. You can’t expect it to be. I can’t believe I’ve taught 70 children how to ski already this season and it’s not even Christmas yet! At the moment I don’t think I want the snow to melt, but let’s see how I (and my body) feel in three month’s time…