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This is what ‘happy’ looks like after 8-years of snail-like progress. ūüėČ

After I graduated high school, way back in 2003 I went on to complete a completely useless college diploma in Tourism. I suppose I can’t call it completely useless because I did learn two things; I love to travel and I’d much rather get into the business side of things. I graduated college in 2005 and enrolled part-time at my local university and began working towards a bachelors degree in business (with a major in tourism, due to the previously taken college tourism degree).

I quit a few times along the way, once because I didn’t think I could do it and had had an awful experience with a terrible prof (who no longer works there… for tax evasion, ha…) and other times because there were more interesting adventures to be had, like moving across country and buying a house and having a job, and taking off for weeks to travel in the middle of the semester (I did this three times actually) ¬†getting a promotion and becoming self-employed.

Not all the reasons for my quitting school were positive. For almost two years at one point right after I bought my house I just quit taking courses, for no particular reason I just stopped enrolling for credits and just sortof… gave up. And then it became harder to go back because I just wasn’t sure where I was going with it until I had an enlightening conversation with C. in the summer of 2009 and went back that fall. Fast-forward almost 2,5 years later and last May I was finally able to cross the stage and pick up that darned diploma.

I’ve been working full-time and studying part-time since mid-2007 and when graduation day came I was actually rather surprised at how excited I was and how nervous! I’d been working towards it for so long that the end, the final hoop to jump through just seemed like a very far away thing. After I crossed the stage I felt a sense of accomplishment and I was pretty happy. I’m still happy of course!

However, since graduation day I’ve been sent into a bit of a tailspin. My company reduced in since in January, 2013 and having graduated… ¬†I have all these complicated feelings about where I should or should not live. Work hasn’t been satisfying, it’s going well! but…. well, things have been meh, which has led me to start thinking. I have no real purpose to work towards right now and since I’ve been old enough to think about the future I’ve always said that I wanted to earn a masters degree and over the past few years it’s become clear that an MBA seems the most attractive option to me. Unfortunately…. they’re really expensive. So, what’s next? I’ve spent the months since May kind of floating about. Making money, investing it into my house. Focusing on my recent travels to Italy, Germany and the Netherlands, trying to stay on budget and just thinking a lot about my next move.


The one thing I keep coming back to is that in 2007 I seriously considered completing my degree at a university in the Netherlands (RUG) simply because tuition is government subsidized and I pay substantially less for tuition than I do in Canada. (Um, perhaps Newfoundland excluded) I ultimately chose not to go there back then, because I was too afraid mostly and it didn’t make the most sense economically including living expenses, plus I ended up quitting my ‘day-job’ that year and going to work for my parents, which lead to me incorporating my own company in 2009.

The past few months have been an emotional roller-coaster for me. Still, over all the years that idea of going on to study and/or live elsewhere for at least a little while has never really gone away and it is one of the additional reasons I am considering moving away for a few months in the future. This idea has been simmering in my head for a long time now and it’s nagging at me, among other things. I started mentioning it already in a few past posts. I’m restless and through blogging, saving and planning towards this next big step I hope to make a little more sense of my thoughts, and chronicle whatever path I end up taking in the coming while.

How did you feel after you graduated?

Stay tuned for another post this coming week about my next move…

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Back in July I was able to head to Boston for a weekend with C. It was epic. I didn’t get many pics at all, I spent most of the time just enjoying the city and the foods and the people and most of all my company. It was amazing and it makes me thoroughly being in the heart of the city. (not just Boston, big cities in general) I was born and raised in the country and I’ll return to the countryside once again when I am older but there’s something about city-lights that attracts me like a moth to a flame.

The Leonard P Zakim Bunker HIll Memorial bridge!

The Leonard P Zakim Bunker HIll Memorial bridge!

I really wish I had more pics to share. I (I mean we) geeked out and walked all over the Harvard business school campus. Pretty dorms:


Harvard yo!

There may or may not also be photos of each of us in front of the Harvard logo. Maybe.

It’s October now and I actually started this post back at the start of August. I got frustrated trying to upload media and just quit blogging for a while. But I wanted to finish the thoughts that made me want to write this post. Now that I’ve graduated, which I don’t think I even wrote about here, I finally got my bachelors back in May, and my house is starting to be sort-of done-ish…. there’s this itch.

I quite like the east coast and, I’m pretty happy where I live in Canada too. (A little Island called PEI). It’s so beautiful here, really, google it. But I feel very isolated, my mortgage is coming up for renewal in December and for as long as I can remember I’ve had very conflicted feelings about staying in Canada, on PEI [permanently] versus moving away or elsewhere for a while. I feel this ache, this itch that just won’t go away and I feel that the only way to settle these feelings about where I really want to be is by going for a bit longer than two weeks, maybe a month or two or three.

I’ve talked about it a lot over the years. Leaving everything¬†is kind-of a really big deal and it’s BIG, like pack up all of my things-and move-BIG. Which is probably the biggest reason that I haven’t just left yet.

That time I went rv'ing down a dirt road in winter-ish spring

That time I went rv’ing down a dirt road in winter-ish spring

I’ve always been a lover of travel. That feeling of taking off for some new and undiscovered place, wandering foreign streets and eating different foods. I’ve always loved it and I’ve tried to travel when I could. Over the past three years as I’ve been getting my finances in check it seems I’m also going through a bit of a finding-myself process. I’ve begun travelling more, to places I’d always wanted to go. Last December I went to NYC with my sister, last July I got to see Boston and very soon (17 days!!!) I’m jetting off to Italy and Germany and of course The Netherlands and in February or March there is a planned trip to Cuba…. and then, then what?

I’m still plotting and planning away but I really hope to sell my house and then make it a reality to take off for 3-4 months next year ¬†to go back to my birthcountry, and see where life takes me. I’ll plan to come back and if I feel I should leave again… I always can.

There’s still a lot of work to do but I feel like I must do something. I need a next big thing to focus on.¬†This seems the next most logical step.