My love hate relationship with my nomadic life


I absolutely love living in the Canadian Rockies. It is an amazingly beautiful part of the world, but sometimes I find myself getting stuck in a rut.

Lake Louise is isolated so some days I do get cabin fever, or depressed when I’m stuck with nothing to do but to go to the pub or sit at home and watch Netflix.

Yes, there is amazing hikes, canoeing and just simply the magnifying mountains that stand before me. There is simply no reason why I shouldn’t feel healthy when there is a staff gym as well as our own outdoor playground.

But, in my quiet times, I look at people at home who are getting married and having families and have networks of people who also have their own little families.

The most amazing little miracles happen everyday, more amazing than planet earth itself that I am beside myself that in the coming weeks, I am going to have my very own beautiful little nephew. I am so unbelievably excited about this. 

With that, I am now 25 years old, and one day recently, that fact actually caught up to me. I want a family one day too, I want the house and the picket fence and my dog, and it gets me down sometimes that my life isn’t there yet. So, I work and I travel.

Travelling, has always been my first love. And finding myself and my place in the world comes after that and today I finally felt myself have the epiphany I needed to break out of my rut.

The breakthrough.

I spent some time with my friends and realized, I know where I belong in the world and who I am. What my strengths and weaknesses are. What kind of people I need around me that support the positive energy that floats from within me.

I love my work but I hate the dangerous vortex of the Lake Louise pub lifestyle. I love my friends and the supportive network of a sisterhood we have created but I hate how depressed I become when I have a moment where I feel lost or alone. I love the fresh mountain air and the most breathtaking scenery that lays before me everyday, but I hate the fact that sometimes, I can feel trapped by it. 

I don’t need real or metaphorical mountains to tell me where I belong. 

I just know I belong in the world that is continuesly evolving and to not be afraid of it. I belong in a world of writing and inspiring. Which is why I blog.

I also belong in the world where I love my job and the way I can make someone feel better about themselves. I know that I have that and I feel blessed for it everyday.

I don’t necessarily need the house with the fence just yet, because I know one day it will be my turn. It’s okay to have bad days, I just need to remember to talk about them instead of letting things stew in my mind. I may need more of a sense of normalcy at some point, and that’s okay too.

But for now, I am enjoying the wonder of the world that is the Canadian Rockies. Because the day I look back when I do have the house with the fence and the dog, I want to know that I made the most of my time out here. 

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