In 2008 I took my first trip to another continent with my very first passport. Carefree and relaxed, I had barely planned my trip—yet the journey would lead me to Quebec, New England and the American West. I went home and stayed so briefly I didn’t even have the chance to be asked the question in the title. My next trip was now. Barely a few months later, I was settling down in Montreal for a seven-month-long internship.

Leaving Montreal was extremely difficult. This time, I was actually going home. I cried for almost the entire flight, curled up on my 10” x 10” economy-class seat. Then I went back to my hometown, the city I love so much, Lyon. Readapting wasn’t easy but life was good, I was happy—not just because I was surrounded by relatives and friends or because I know my way around the city, but also because even after 12 years as a resident, I was still discovering and rediscovering new alleys, new neighbourhoods. I never get tired of exploring my region. Every single day, I reminded myself that even though life wasn’t perfect, I was in a good spot. All my social circle thought I was satisfied, done with travelling. Yet…

Yet two years later, I left for several months with a backpack and a camping tent to criss-cross North America—thousands of kilometres of railways, thousands of kilometres of asphalt. Montreal, Chicago, Washington, St. Louis, Seattle, San Francisco, Salt Lake City, Denver… Every single one of these cities was a starting point to go deep into the country and further inland, in the middle of this ecosystem that feeds me, provides unique experiences, where I unwind and absorb my surroundings like soil does to become fertile ground. National parks. This is why I hit the road in America and then hit it again. I feel completely overwhelmed by the landscapes, the wildlife, the flora, the people. Roaming around the USA also gives me the chance to dig below the polished surface. I saw violence and segregation in the deep south, I saw extreme poverty in rural regions and I felt powerless seeing homeless people wandering in the street in front of magnificent mansions in California. These were four months of adventure, happiness, sadness.

Going home was also a bittersweet experience. I was happy to see friends and relatives, rediscover my routine, the region I love so much. But I was sad to say goodbye to the unexpected and disappointed I was no longer able to pick a new destination and new road every morning, just looking at a map. And people kept on asking me the same question over and over again: “so, when is your next trip?” This time, it went without saying that I would travel again. Two years later, I had finally saved enough money for a three-month trip. Once again, my destinations were Canada and the USA but I wanted to explore big cities, cities with an exhilarating atmosphere but mentally tiring and financially draining. New York, Montreal, Calgary, Vancouver, New Orleans, Austin… And then, a moment of solace. The American West, my second home. I stopped by superficial and dusty Las Vegas and quickly ran away to the high plateaux of Utah. The unique smell of desert, the original colours, the unmistakable sounds. I went back to the same places—in a way, I was resuming my trip where I had left it the last time. I also discovered new places and saw some under a new light during another season. I’m not an insatiable traveller, I need time to digest experiences at my own pace.

And then I went home again. I didn’t pick up life where I had left it. I decided that for once, I won’t be planning my new trip. I’m going to focus on my life and not let my eyes wander over to the other side of the Atlantic Ocean. Alright, I do think about national parks every day, I know where to find them when I need to … but I don’t obsess over travelling. And when I’m asked, “so, when is your next trip?” I’m not quite sure what to reply. I feel like I’m living the moment and I’m happy to do so. Yet… I can’t lie to myself. I’m dreaming of month-long trips and I do create itineraries on Google Maps “just for fun.” I have both feet grounded where I stand and one foot over there—it’s fine to have three feet, right? I want to understand these lands, I want to master them. I can’t turn the page. I can’t go anywhere else.

I’m dreaming of these places, I’m dreaming of the place I’m in now as well…

Maybe I’m more of a dreamer than a traveller, after all!

Eh, you: when is your next trip?


Amoureuse des Etats-Unis, de l'Utah et du voyage en train, j'ai passé 7 mois à Montréal en 2010, et j'en ai profité pour découvrir la Nouvelle-Angleterre en long, en large et en travers !
Mon coup de cœur avec Montréal date de 2008, et d'un mois estival là-bas... Depuis, je ne fais qu'y retourner !

J'ai réalisé deux tours des Etats-Unis (& Canada) en 2012 puis en 2014. Plusieurs mois sur les routes, c'est formateur... De retour à Montréal en 2019-2020 pour un PVT, avant de raccrocher !
Sur, j'aime partager mon expérience sur le forum, dans des dossiers thématiques ou même en personne ! Vous me croiserez sûrement à Lyon, ma ville de cœur.

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