From the Maritimes to the Nordics
I grew up in Canada's Maritime provinces where winter lasts six months and the ocean is always close. How that shaped the way I travel — and why I keep going back to Northern Europe.

This is where I think out loud. Essays on leaving Canada's Maritimes for European cities, the systems that make solo travel sustainable, and the honest realities of choosing a life that doesn't follow the conventional script. I'm not an expert — I'm someone figuring it out in real time and writing about what I learn along the way.
Not advice. Not a blueprint. Just observations from a Canadian who traded six-month winters for cobblestone streets.
Weeks, not days. One city at a time. I went to Tallinn's Rotermanni Kvartal cafe 3-4 times because that's how you actually know a place.
Everything I travel with fits in one bag. That's not a limitation — it's the freedom to walk off a plane and start exploring immediately.
No romanticizing. I've panicked on tours, made packing mistakes, and stayed in places I wouldn't recommend. Real observations have more value than highlight reels.
Tallinn over Barcelona. Pärnu over the Amalfi Coast. The places nobody talks about are often the ones that surprise you most.
Solo travel isn't a compromise. It's a choice that shapes how you see the world — you notice more, you move at your own pace, you make decisions that are entirely yours.
"It's funny how it feels like you did nothing the past year... until you look back at your camera roll."
— Chandler, December 2022
I grew up in Canada's Maritime provinces where winter lasts six months and the ocean is always close. How that shaped the way I travel — and why I keep going back to Northern Europe.
Why I stopped counting countries and started counting mornings. Spending weeks in Tallinn taught me more than rushing through ten cities ever could.
Tallinn, Pärnu, Sofia, Tartu — the places nobody talks about are often the ones that change you. Why I'm drawn to cities that haven't been 'discovered' yet.
Everyone asks about loneliness. Here's the honest answer: yes, sometimes. I've panicked waiting for tours in Iceland and spent quiet nights in Estonian apartments. And that's okay.
Owning less isn't about deprivation. It's about removing the friction between you and the life you want to live. Everything I own fits in one bag — and that's the point.
Iceland for $1,700 CAD for two weeks. Sofia for €15/night. Budget travel is about being strategic, not sacrificing experience. Here's how I think about money on the road.
I'm not chasing beaches or mountains. I'm drawn to density, history, public transit, and the way a good European city makes you think differently about how life can be lived.
Real posts about the honest side of solo travel — the budget breakdowns, the train rides, and the moments that make it all worth it.
Weekly notes on cities, stays, and the minimalist travel life. No spam, no fluff.