Everyone has a story.
Everyone can talk about the journey of their life, about the experiences they have been
through, the adventures they’ve had, and the things that they’ve seen and done. This post is
going to be about where mine began, because it’s only fair that I share a little bit of myself with
you, if you’re trusting me with your stories too.
I grew up in a small country town, in a big Catholic family. I loved my childhood. I loved my
parents. I loved my brothers and sisters (I was number 5 of 6 children). Yet despite all that love
for what I had, I knew that as soon as I could I was getting out of that small town. I just knew
that I wanted more.
So I finished high school, I got a trade as a hairdresser, and then I got a job working on
American Cruise Liners. I was travelling the world!
From the moment I set foot on that first cruise ship, I was in my element. I had wanted a life of
adventure, and boy did I get exactly that! I loved everything about it – the hard work, the long
hours, the crazy parties, the adventures through foreign countries. Yet through all that, the best
part about it and the thing that I loved more than any of it, was the people.
I formed some amazing friendships – some that I still have to this very day. Friendships with
people from all over the world, from backgrounds both similar and so very different to my own.
Here’s the thing I’ve noticed though – my favourite memories from all those travels are the
social aspects of getting to know people. Of getting to hear their stories and learn about them,
about who they are and how they came to be that way. Those are the memories I cherish most
Of course amongst all of those wonderful experiences were some not-so- wonderful
experiences but I choose to focus on the good moments. I choose to relive the memories that
empower me, those memories that formed those beginnings of how I found myself and of how
I learned who I am as a human being.
Because after all, that’s where my story begins and I’m looking forward to sharing more of it