I’ve been waiting for the moment to come when I’d really feel like we were leaving Toronto.
But, it wasn’t when we booked the tickets.
It wasn’t when we told our parents.
It wasn’t when we informed our respective employers/clients.
It wasn’t when we ended the lease on our Toronto apartment.
Not when we packed up our apartment and the suitcases we’d be living out of for the next four months.
And even when we slept on a borrowed twin size mattress on the floor of our Toronto apartment because we had already moved all our furniture into storage, it wasn’t then.
It was when we were sitting on the plane, too exhausted to take a selfie (you KNOW you’re tired when…) that it really hit me.
We no longer have an address in Toronto. We no longer have our own “space” that we can come back to every night.
For the next little while, we’ll be sharing spaces with people we’ll be meeting in Europe and our lives will be different to what they were like in Toronto. Yes, I know it’s not forever (whatever that means), and to some people, a few months living like this is just a tiny blip in life. It’s nothing to freak out over. But, this is still the biggest trip/move I’ve taken, and knowing we technically don’t have a “home” to go back to right now is still a completely foreign concept to me.
I am someone who thrives on keeping some type of schedule. It used to be something like work in an office Monday to Friday, yoga on Mon/Tues/Fri/Sat, run on Tues/Wed/Thurs and long run Sundays. I felt comfort in knowing that I had something “planned” for every day. I used to meal prep for the week on Sundays and eat the same thing out of Pyrex containers at my desk day in and day out. Sure I broke out of that exact routine for the last year and a half after I left my office job and started a small baking business — but I still kept a routine even then. I still had run days, gym days, meal prep days, and lots of working days (though it was remote work).
Now, having no set agenda each day SOUNDS fabulous – for people who like to go with the flow. I am not one of those types of people. Too much variety and choice overwhelms me. But the whole point of this trip is to step outside of my comfort zone and take a breather from my chaotic life.
The minute we arrived to our first accommodation in Gothenburg, I fought to stay awake so that I could try to re-adjust my body. We searched for coffee (and found an amazing place in the process), then came back so that Mike could take a power nap. After a short walk around the area and a small tapas style dinner, we came “home” and slept for about 12 hours. I woke up feeling panic over having “wasted” the morning, but then I relaxed because there wasn’t anywhere specific that we really needed to be. So we slowly got up and went in search for a coffee and some breakfast.
So that concludes day 1 of this new lifestyle change.
So far, so good.