For as long as I can remember, I’ve been told that I’m dreaming too big, that my plans are too ambitious, or that I’m setting myself up for disappointment. But every time I hear these doubts, I think about the countless stories of people who’ve broken away from the system, who’ve dared to live life on their own terms, and I can’t help but ask myself: why not me?
I’m not dreaming of becoming a millionaire with a massive house and luxury cars parked in the driveway. My goals are much simpler, much more grounded. I’m not looking for excess; I’m looking for enough—enough to live comfortably, to enjoy my life, to wake up every morning with a sense of purpose and peace. And honestly, I’d argue that it’s actually easier to achieve this if I move away from Canada.
The idea of moving isn’t just a fantasy or an escape; it’s a calculated decision. I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about where I want to go and why. I’m not looking at places that are more expensive or demanding than Canada. On the contrary, I’m focusing on regions where the cost of living is lower, where I can stretch my income further, and where the quality of life aligns with what I’ve been searching for all these years.
But I’m fully aware of the massive adjustment this move would entail. I know that leaving behind the familiar, even when it no longer serves you, is never easy. It requires not just logistical planning but emotional resilience. It’s about uprooting a life I’ve built and replanting it in new soil, hoping that the change will bring the growth I desperately need.
The truth is, I haven’t enjoyed life for a long time. I’ve been existing, going through the motions, and doing what’s expected of me, but there’s been little joy, little fulfillment. I’ve been stuck in a cycle, and I know that breaking free won’t be easy. But it’s what I need. It’s the only way I can see to truly start living rather than just surviving.
Where I want to go isn’t some far-fetched dream. It’s realistic, and it’s attainable. I’m not looking to live in a mansion by the sea; I’m looking for a place where I can breathe easier, where life isn’t a constant struggle to make ends meet. And with a secured income, I know I’d be set.
I’m tired of just existing. I’m ready to take the leap, to chase the life I’ve been dreaming of—not one of excess, but one of enough. Enough peace, enough security, enough happiness. I don’t need a lot; I just need enough.
