Today I began preparing to apply for the second round of my Canadian Working Holiday Visa. Man, there is a lot to do. Forms to fill out, police certificates to source, traffic history reports, passport photos, the list go on. So then I thought to myself — if I am going to have to get all of these checks I will be making the most of this visa. Does this mean I will stay in Vancouver there for the two years? I am not sure.
Sometimes I spend much too much time in my own head, worrying about what other people think of me and my path in life. I said to my mum today, “is it bad that I am probably going to reach 30 and not have much to show for myself?” I am thinking of keeping my car in Australia when I leave as I don’t know when I will return, but other than that one possession, I don’t have much else to my name. Some books, a computer, random material goods.
But when it comes time for me to settle down and live in my own place, I am going to have to start from scratch. This excites and terrifies me at the same time. I am looking forward to having my own space one day, decorating it with memorabilia from around the world, but I am content right now in being adventurous and free.
Yet I still have this niggling feeling that I should have more to my name. That society says I should be saving my funds for the future, for a house. But all I want to do with that money is book a ticket to Canada and visit New York, LA and San Francisco. My mum and my friend, reassured me. They both told me to relax and said I shouldn’t worry about the future and just live life in the present. Maybe I will always feel a bit unsure of my path in life, but I know how travel makes me feel — alive, happy and inspired. I think that is what’s most important.