Back in 2009, I had decided that I was tired of always saying I wanted to do things, and never doing them. So, I woke up one morning in late February 2009 in Ottawa, Ontario, Canada and went to a travel agency and applied for a working holiday VISA. Two months later, I was living in Galway, Ireland. Since then, I have been to nine countries, I moved back home, went to school, moved to Toronto and back again and have been in and out of the U.S more times than I can count whilst exploring new cities. I have gone to more concerts, visited more friends, made more friends, dove right into living a more artistic life, jumped off cranes and have generally been seeking new avenues to get out of my comfort zone. But for the last few years, I’ve slowly started to slow down and have noticed that I am doing more comfort seeking activities and staying home. 

There is nothing quite like losing someone to rattle your cage again.

Back in June 2012, the day before Father’s Day, my Da suddenly passed away from heart failure at 56 years young. 

We were close.

Almost two years later, and after a lot of firsts, rants, letting go of poisonous people, welcoming old friends in, funerals, memorials, births, weddings, laughs, tears, more laughs, learning to open up and let people in, I have decided that it is time to get out of my comfort zone again. To shake up my life in a more positive way. I have acquired a two year working VISA for the U.K and I move there the end of March 2014. These are my ramblings, passionate outbursts, quips, dribbles and profanities that I post every week, while trying to keep a good head on my shoulders as I navigate through this thing we call life.
Welcome, friend.