Category My Journey

I started thinking about moving to another country maybe five years ago. It wasn’t a plan. It was just a thought my friend and I kept coming back to, usually triggered by whatever was in the headlines that week. We’d…

I’ve already left once and come back. It was 1999 or 2000. Derek had moved to Calgary and kept saying I should too. Better money, easier living, all of it. My wife at the time thought it was a good…

If you’re leaving, people are going to have opinions. Some will understand. Some won’t. And some relationships just won’t survive the distance no matter what you do. That’s not failure. That’s just what happens when you leave. Your Circle I…

There’s a moment when you stop being just her father and become someone whose life choices affect her future. I hit that moment when I decided to leave the country. Before I could plan a single visa application or research…

I’m fifty-three years old. Six feet tall, two hundred and fifty pounds, prediabetic, with severe depression and ADD that I’ve been managing mostly on my own. I don’t have a car. I live in Canada where the cost of living…