Anyone who has ever tried to practice tree pose on the bow of a boat can understand the decision I made this past week.

It’s not that I haven’t made crazy and spontaneous decisions in the past. When I was 24, I moved from my then-home in London ON to Bali, and with just five days between making the decision and boarding my plane (this was after being home for only six weeks after spending a year in Taipei).

This time it feels different though. I’m 30 now, and I’ve been feeling relatively settled and grounded. I had even started to put down roots. I had an amazing apartment in Toronto, a job at a large bank that I genuinely enjoyed, and a network of friends and family that made me feel happy and secure. At the same time, there was part of me that missed the adventure and the thrill of the unknown.

Luckily for me, I have a wonderful man in my life who has that same drive, who is a thrill seeker and who thrives on living a unique and exciting life. Taking that into consideration, it’s probably not a surprise that we’ve decided that life on a sailboat is the perfect adventure to embark on together. In fact, most of my friends didn’t even bat an eye when I told them that I was leaving my job to move half way across Canada and live on a sailboat with the boy and our dog.

I don’t know what the next year holds for us. I know that it won’t be all smooth sailing (literally or figuratively), but I know that it will be exhilarating and life altering. I know that I’ve never felt so alive as I did on the water, and I can’t wait to see where the wind takes us.