My socks aren’t matching, I haven’t set an alarm in weeks, and I have absolutely no idea what day of the month it is. I guess this is inevitable when time is being measured in moments. Mornings like this feel as though I’m floating in an endless dream, until I’m reminded by the sun’s rays gently tickling my skin that it is indeed time to wake anew for another day of adventure, another day of fun. Now I have to admit, life hasn’t always been this breezy and just like any other twenty-something-year-old living in this mad, beautiful world, things got complicated– about a thousand times more complicated than Avril Lavigne could ever describe in her 2002 hit-single.

It’s seldom that anything in life goes as planned, and contrary to popular belief, this can be a good thing. In fact, some of the greatest adventures transpire once you have no choice but to take that leap of faith into the unknown, that head-first dive into an abyss of uncertainty– or as I like to call it, possibility. When you do though, bask in it…. Hell– bathe in it! More often than not, having no plan is the best plan. Don’t believe me? Just ask the girl swaying on the hammock adjacent to me. She arrived here in Tamarindo a few days ago on a one-way ticket from Montréal after her fiancé (now ex) of seven years broke up with her two weeks before the wedding. She’s currently snacking on a piece of fresh mango while reading Ayn Rand. Her tousled hair from this morning’s surf dangles freely off the edge of the hammock. Watching her relaxed attitude, I have a feeling she’s going to be just fine. As Carrie Bradshaw once said,

“Eventually all the pieces fall into place….until then, laugh at the confusion, live for the moment, and know that everything happens for a reason.”

There are people like us everywhere, the lost and delirious. Essentially, the blueprint we had for our lives had been doused in gasoline and set ablaze. No matter the perpetrator, we used this moment of rapid oxidation to light the way towards something new as we scattered ourselves around the globe; from the ashrams of India to the coffee plantations of Peru. For some, there was no better place to tackle the crippling questions of existence that ensued than in the cold, industrialized spaces of Berlin’s music scene. With beats coursing through veins, liquid beads of exertion trickling down bodies, and euphoria slowly seducing frantic minds, it was a  similar kind of daze experienced by those hitchhiking amid the sweltering heat of the Nevada sun.

And of course, one should not forget the true meaning of delirium: wild excitement! This usually meant that we were up to all sorts of mischief in towns most people have never heard of with people we had just met. On any given day of the week, we were happily eating our weight in Turkish baklava, scuba diving in a submarine sinkhole off the coast of Belize, buying dragon fruit in Thailand’s floating markets, or baring our souls to the Spanish locals at chiringuitos.

Entering unknown dimensions, shrugging at spotty wi-fi connections, and processing new and unusual stimuli became a regular occurrence and we sheepishly grinned throughout all of it. After a hard day’s work of fulfilling our curiosity, we kicked up our feet and said goodbye to the brilliance of the afternoon sun, and welcomed the emergence of the moon in all its glory and magnetism.

Encounters with other people like us were sacred. Among the glowing embers of a bonfire at twilight, we celebrated a newfound sense of freedom and sported our scars as tattoos (but with much better stories). If there’s anything I’ve learned from my own personal experience, it’s that life has a funny way of working out when you live and let live. Oftentimes, we get so wrapped up in the crazy world we’ve created in our minds that we forget there’s a whole universe waiting for us out there to explore. And as Peter Pan once said,

“All you need is faith, trust, and just a little bit of pixie dust!”

17 thoughts on “Wanderlust (When You’re Lost)”

    1. Hi Gabrielle! Thank you for the compliment, I appreciate it! I took my time with this one haha. I hope you’re enjoying your time as an au pair!

  1. Any blog that quotes Avril Lavinge gets a +1 in my books.
    Can relate to a lot of what you’ve said. I think it’s hard to remember to enjoy the falling when you’re mid-fall. Hindsight makes it seem blissful but in the middle of it – it can feel crippling!

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