a couple ofweeks ago, while consistently practicing intermittent fasting, i was feeling particularly connected to myself & the Universe. i had spent most of that week within the sweet grasp of my sheets in bed, facing demons that had been lingering within my bones for far too long. my boyfriend, Misha, & I had been planning on hitting the road for a good while, but we weren't quite confident in leaving just yet. the reason being that we still had debts from previous travels to pay off & we hadn't acquired sufficient funds to support our future journey -- or so we thought. after all, we were home. most of our family was a simple car drive away if we ever wanted or needed them, but we weren't enjoying where we were & who we were becoming there. somehow, we had become extremely comfortable with being uncomfortable.
since arriving home together from a three month voyage in Hawaii (which was absolutely magical, by the way), spending Christmas with our families, & experiencing a difficult culture shock, we both knew intuitively that we were not meant to be there for very long. we overrode our feelings with logic, thinking that we could make our dreams happen there, but soon our suppressed intuitions were on the verge of screaming like a boiling kettle on a hot stove; & fasting seemed to be a catalyst for those inevitable cries...
...& cries they were. i couldn't deny them, or bury them under a bed of rice or gluten free pasta. salt water rivers poured from my eyes until it felt as if there were no more tears left. i knew what we had to do. Misha & I had to leave as soon as possible. in that moment, it didn't matter to me where i went, how i got there, or how much money i had in the bank, i simply knew leaving was the only means to soothe my soul. to soothe our souls. so we announced are upcoming departure to our family & friends, said our bittersweet goodbyes, donated much of our belongings, packed our lives into our trusty backpacks (which we both have had great practice with), & were off in about a week -- with nothing but each other & a whole lot of trust in the journey.
initially we intended on hitchhiking to Vancouver Island. we have both dreamed of living here all of our lives & there had been many signs pointing us in this direction for a long while. plus, being an island, the mysticism & magic is much more prominent, as the vibrational frequency of the ocean is hugging the entire circumference of the land, kissing it with each wave. Misha has a cousin in Victoria, who owns a permaculture landscaping operation in which he scored a job with, & my grandparents live there, so we thought it would be promising direction to head in.
my lovely mom, however, was extremely uncomfortable with us hitchhiking the journey, so she generously bought us a train ticket to Vancouver (yeah, she is an amazing woman). we arrived at the train station at 6:30am on March 6th, 2018, only to find out that the train was delayed 8 hours. luckily, however, the bus depot was shared with the train station & we were able to trade in our train ride for a bus ticket, leaving within the hour. the first reminder on this adventure that we are always taken care of.
before we knew it, we were headed south while nestled within a Greyhound bus, filled with a tangerine essence of the sun. no plan, no money; just our four feet & two eager heartbeats...
