My good friend Craig sent me an email the other day. I can’t get its contents out of my mind. Basically he posed the question, why would you hurry to come back to Canada when you are happy living and working in another country? Then he confided that he regrets not travelling more when he had the chance. Now he’s stuck daydreaming most of his day about things he should have done.

It’s true, I haven’t followed the so-called usual life path and I am happy I didn’t. I think for me, following this route would have left me with an itch that I needed to scratch. At 34, I am not even slightly envious of anyone I know who is married with kids. Sure I like children and I am not averse to marriage, but I am just not ready, and I don’t know if I will ever be. Is that wrong? Is that weird? I don’t care if it is. That’s just me.

As for my career, I think any experiences I have now will make be a better writer and a better journalist. Lucky for me I don’t have to be chained to a desk (not that there is anything wrong with that choice). Experience, life experience is essential. So Craig, if you are reading this thank you slapping some sense into me. The reason I have been putting off anything to do with my re-entry back into Canada, is because I don’t want to go back. Thinking about it just fills me with dread, not pleasure. With all that being said, I think my visit to Canada will be just that, a visit.