Around the world

I'm back.

Back at home. After almost ONE year of travelling across Canada and parts of the States my adventures ended and I just got off the plane from Iceland to Hamburg. Sure I've been away for longer before but even though I never get home sick

I usually am a bit more excited about being back. This time however, I don't really want to be here. Sure I want to see my family and friends, but with no set date on when I'll get on a plane again, I can't help but miss the road.

I told myself that I would stay put for a while, at least until New Year's and so far I managed two days before checking the skyscanner for cheap flights to take me elsewhere.

I don't know where I'll be going next, but I know that I'll leave asa my bag is repacked and my funds have recovered. I'm missing Canada a great deal already, but it's not just Canada.

It's the freedom, the adventure and beauty of the earth. My feet are itching and my soul is screaming out in wanderlust.

Fact is, I simply can't stop moving just now - and I don't really want to either.

It all started on the 25th of September 2014 when I got off the plane in Toronto.

Even though I only spent a few days before heading out east I fell for this city and I was going to return more than once throughout the next year, always feeling a little like coming home.

From the small fishing towns of Nova Scotia through the prairies and mountains of Alberta. I lived in the rainforests of BC and slept in the desert in Arizona. Walked on glaciers and watched the bears. I hiked up mountains and jumped into lakes. I went mountain-biking in Whistler and saw the Northern Lights in Churchill.

I travelled from the snowy streets of Montreal to the casinos in Vegas. I saw the Hollywood hills, but couldn't ignore the mountains call. I walked the dark streets of New York and the hills of San Fransisco. Saw at least 100 waterfalls throughout the year, and fell in love with everyone of them.

I camped on Vancouver Island and strolled around Tofinos beaches. I spent more time on Greyhound buses then any person ever should and finally found my happy place out on the campground in Alaska. I can't quite believe this crazy, long, big adventure across the continent has come to an end.

I met so many amazing people with truely inspiring stories and fascinating characters.

It's a unique sort of people travelling the world for many months and it's amazing how easily you connect with them.

They all feel a bit like you, and you don't have to explain yourself if after a while you feel like moving on again.

It's this thing - this wanderlust - those itchy feet. It's your heart that just tells you that it's time to go.

Everybody knows what this feels like and it's great to have some companions for your big hitchhiking adventures, but being a backpacker, a traveller, an adventurer also means that sometimes you got to do things on your own.

Iceland and Alaska was an amazing end to my year of travelling.

With a black marker pen in my hand and a tent tied to my backpack I lived the life on the road, going as far as I wanted in a day then pitch up my tent and stay for the night.

I learned a lot about myself, others and life during my journey and like everywhere ther's been good times and bad times.

But not once did I think about giving up and coming home. Instead I just learned what's really important and how little things and belongings one actually needs to be happy.