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The idea of Wanderous Affair came to me shortly before leaving for my trip to Paris in October of 2017. Something clicked inside of me during that time: the desire to stick to blogging (this was what my passion for writing dictated to me, as opposed to me deciding it for myself), to continue improving upon the photography skills that I had taken up back in high school, and to fill as much of my life with experiencing new places. Having never really travelled out of the country (aside from occasional shopping trips just south of the border to Buffalo) up until my Sweet Sixteen trip to New York City with my mum, I never realized how much I was missing out on. I knew that I loved my trips to visit family up north in Elliot Lake; to Montréal and Ottawa a few times; and to Québec City, but moving beyond Canada’s border — especially across the globe — stirred something that I honestly never even knew was even possible.
It was a few months of sheer disorganization, staying up playing Minecraft and Stardew Valley until 4.00am, and waking up groggy and disoriented in the middle of the day (only begin an afternoon binge of Outlander or The Office on Netflix) before my ever-observant best friend told me that I needed to get my act together…and quickly. She had integrated bullet journalling into her life to keep track of her progress in both school and lab research, and it had seem to be working well enough for her. In fact, she suggested I try it out for myself. In a combination of inspiration from her journal and the Reddit thread for bullet journalling, I began to piece together a bullet journal of my own — or “bujo”, as they’re also known — in hopes of regaining some semblance of a routine in my life.
I came across these old blog posts that I wrote during my trip to Indian Shores Florida in August of 2015, and I couldn’t help but share them with you!
Here’s the first, from Monday, August 31, 2015, just days after my twenty-first birthday:
For many people, the first instinct after a break up is to just move on by throwing yourself headfirst into a new relationship. We often think that dating new people will be the strings that pull ourselves back together, but it’s often not the case; this isn’t to say that a rebound relationship can never lead to us meeting ‘The One’, but usually viewing a relationship specifically as a rebound from the get-go is a pretty good indicator going into it that that’s all it will ever be.
That being said, there is another (in my opinion, better) way of collecting yourself back together after a breakup that will help the mending process before you start dating again: travel.
Five years ago, in my senior year of high school, I travelled around Europe with a couple of my closest friends, hitting up eight different countries in the span of about two weeks. We had gone with EF Tours, focusing on countries with a great deal of history surrounding World War I and II; however, in between our visits to and from significant monuments, buildings, and other historical sites, we had tons of free time to explore the cities that we were visiting.
In that time, we unintentionally got lost in nearly every single city. When your cell phone data is turned off due to roaming charges, this only makes navigation (and communication with your travel group) that much more difficult — and consequently, that much more exciting.
In a world of texting, social media, and Skype, we increasingly rely on electronic communication to stay in contact with the people we care about, that are both near and far. I totally admit that I am often one of these very people, relying on Facebook Messenger group chats to reach out to my friends more than I ever pick up a phone to call them.
That being said, I’ve always liked to keep a balance in my life and to offset incessant reliance on electronic gadgets to keep me in the loop with all my friends and family. For as long as I can remember, I’ve always loved writing letters to the people I’m closest with on the topics of anything and everything. Particularly, my cousin and I write frequent letters to each other about the goings-on of our lives; it’s a routine I’m happy to have picked up and something I feel everyone should get into the habit of doing.