​I'm writing this from my parent's house in the Annapolis Valley of Nova Scotia. Twenty countries, four continents and countless memories later, our world adventure has come to an end. 

One year ago, we left Canada from Nova Scotia and now we’re back, having travelled around the world.

L is back in Ottawa getting ready to return to work and LJ and I are here, taking it easy. We'll head home at the end of the month when we get our house back. I think we're both happy to have a bit of a slower pace, more of a routine and time to ease back into "normal" life. I'm getting some work done; LJ is finishing up some schoolwork, hanging out and going to soccer camp; and we're both fitting in some fun with Grandma and Grandpa.

We’re on our way home.
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I’m in a hotel in Niagara Falls. Neither L nor I had ever seen the falls until yesterday. The three of us spent the evening watching them while fireworks lit up the sky.

​Today, we're hanging out in the room for a while to watch the Canada vs. Netherlands women's soccer game. LJ is very excited to see two of her favourite players face off on the field.

This year, amongst all the amazing moments, it's often the simple ones that stay with me. Those moments of connection – to people, cultures, each other.