Solo Roaming

Feet to move, places to roam

Where did I leave my heart?

The day I left California was the day my heart never felt the same. As I waved farewell to one of my new favorite cities and departed from the San Francisco airport, since then have felt homesick for a place that isn’t even considered my “home.” My passport says I’m Canadian, a big majority of my friends and family all live in Winnipeg, so why would I question that home could be anywhere else other than where I actually reside? I guess this is when I learned the real definition of the overused cliche, “Home is where the heart is.”


Golden Gate Bridge, San Francisco, California

I have always been terrible with goodbyes, absolutely horrific at them. I get upset when I squeeze my friends with a farewell hug when they come home to visit for a few days. I cry when my flight departs from the runway because I never know when I will visit that exact spot again. As you can tell, I hate goodbyes. They are unpredictable, similar to the way life can be. We never know when the next “Hello” will be exchanged with a person, place or thing. I know my heart is strong and can survive just about anything I put it through, however the thoughts and actions of goodbyes always seem to make it feel weak, like glass about to shatter into a million little pieces, an impossible jigsaw puzzle that continues to be missing that single piece left from the box, it will never truly be complete.

Travel makes the heart grow fonder which happens to be the price you pay when you are fortunate enough to wonder the outskirts of your own city. When you are blessed to know people in various towns, provinces, states and countries around the world, apart of you will always be missing. You constantly leave a chunk of your heart and soul behind in oceans, pubs, side streets, parks, you get the idea. I guess what I am trying to say is, it is okay to be in love with more than just one place, it is okay to have more than one best friend and it is okay to be on your own once it awhile in order to find out where you truly belong in this big world of ours, because after all, home is where the heart is. I just can’t seem to recall where I last left mine.


SFO International Airport – Flying home


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A girl with restless feet who you will always find smiling, laughing or falling in love with something. A girl who is determined to see all parts of the world and always planning the next big adventure. Strong passion for writing and a mind always set in a dream world.

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I am a strong believer in karma, luck and timing but I also believe you are entirely responsible for how your life turns out. For the last 7 years I have been anxiously waiting to move abroad and start a whole new chapter in my life. A new home address, a new job, new relationships, a new city and new travels to look forward to. Now that graduation is quickly approaching I can’t wait for it all to unravel and become reality. I am entirely responsible for how I want my life to turn out and where I want it to go. So are you✨ #travelitaly #solofemaletravel #backpackerstory #roamtheplanet #femaletravel #procida #lovethisglobe #pinktrotters #mytinyatlas #letsgoeverywhere #sheisnotlost
It’s all messy. The bed, the hair, the words, the clothes, the heart and this life. 🌴 #mexico #cancun #islamujeres
Explain to someone how much you love them that they love you three times as much afterwards. Express to someone why you are angry and explain it so well that they themselves are angry about whatever it is with you. Tell someone how much you miss them that they cry about it. Let people know how you feel when you feel it because I promise it will be worth it 💙 #bellletstalk #procida #italy #solofemaletravel #passionpassport #lovethisglobe #roamtheplanet #backpackerstory #girlslovetravel #ladiesgoneglobal #takemebackpacking #tinyatlasquarterly #wearetravelgirls
Do you ever find yourself telling someone a story that happened to you and once it’s over think “Wow, what is my life?” Because same. 🙈 In other news, can’t believe it’s been two years since I was sitting on this boat in the sunshine over in Vietnam🌿 #vietnam #travelvietnam #solofemaletravel #southeastasia #passionpassport #backpackerstory #mekongdelta #roamtheplanet #lovethisglobe #takemebackpacking #letsgoeverywhere
Your partner doesn’t define what you do!!! Over the last few months I have heard countless break up stories and they all seem to have two things in common: 1) One person is ready to settle down and the other isn’t. 2) They all end their break up story with “Now I can travel.” I have to ask, why can’t you travel when you are in a relationship? Why do you have to wait until something bad happens? Your partner doesn’t have to come with you when you travel, leave them at home and go by yourself or with your friends if that’s what you want. You can even travel WITH your partner when you are together. Experience what YOU want to experience when you want to experience it. I’ve traveled in relationships, out of relationships, on my own, taken trips just because I want and I don’t let anyone tell me I can’t go because it’s MY life and I do what I want, when I want. If your partner can’t accept that, then I think we have found the problem ✌🏻 #femaletravel #solofemaletravel #mexcio #cancun #roamtheplanet #passionpassport #sheisnotlost #backpackerstory #mytinyatlas #letsgoeverywhere
“Home is everywhere and nowhere” - Home is more than just four walls and a place to rest your head to sleep. Home could also be your favourite spot on the beach that gets the best sunlight all day long. Home could be a place where you walk through the door of your local bar and the bartender already has your drink prepared. Home could also just simply be the idea that your favourite city of all time is a just a flight away and knowing it’s not going anywhere. Home will always be there when you’re ready for it ✨ #Paros #Greece #passionpassport #solofemaletravel #tinyatlasquarterly #sheisnotlost #roamtheplanet #pinktrotters

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