It's hard to believe how time slips by; the future becomes the past in the blink of an eye.
I am still gallivanting my way about Europe and Canada, soaking in every moment.
Like many Canadians who escape the cold months (fondly known as Snowbirds), I longed to be travelling south to a warmer climate for 6 months or the arrival of spring on the Avalon Peninsula - whichever came first.
I longed for the authentic sights, sounds, smells and tastes of the world of my dreams. I'd close my eyes and breathe deeply, wondering what was wrong with me.