My name is Kimberly.
I grew up in a small town in Ontario, Canada, with a family who loved to travel. We started with visits to interesting places around the province, then cross-country road trips all over Canada and the U.S., then summers camping across Europe and March Break vacations in places like Egypt and Greece. By the time I was 22, I had visited all 10 Canadian provinces, 30 U.S. states and over 20 countries.
I had dreams of roaming the globe as a travel writer or a photojournalist, chasing thrilling adventures in exotic locations. But they never came to fruition. I choked. Instead I chose to marry a boy I met in high school and settle down to a safe and predictable life. Travel wasn’t part of the equation: my husband didn’t like travelling and long haul trips with our twins seemed impossible. So, except for yearly holidays in Florida and the Caribbean, I barely went anywhere for 25 years.
Then, in 2012, my husband left me. To say that it was a shock is understatement. At the age of 43, I thought my life was over.
But (spoiler alert!) it wasn’t the end of my life – it was just the beginning. The truth is my now ex-husband was right to leave. We were not happy. In fact, I am extremely grateful to him for taking the necessary action that I was far too scared to take myself.
Now here I am, almost five years later, starting this blog and yet another chapter in my life. It’s been a long journey to this point, full of pain and tears, but also full of wonder and possibility. I’ve rediscovered that 20-year-old-year girl who had dreams of seeing the world. I’ve also remarried – this time to the love of my life. I’m finally living the life I have always wanted.
I wish I could go back in time and tell my terrified and broken self that things were unfolding as they should. That the excruciating pain was not of death but of birth. I was birthing my second act. And it is better than anything I ever imagined.