Well, hello there. How are you? I see you’re confused. You’ve wandered over into my corner of the Internet by following a path of righteousness, and now you’re standing here scratching your head in wonderment. Good call, my friend. Pull up a chair. Rest your weary soul.

My name is Candice Walsh.

I’m a 20-something female based in Eastern Canada, in St. John’s, Newfoundland.

Back in the day when my job title wasn’t associated with a porno featuring a woman named Debbie doing lewd acts to a Dallas football team, I had a professional life. I was a technical writer for an international deep sea technology company for two years. I wrote compelling literature about sonar equipment, and I documented user manuals.

Then I was laid off and my life was sent into an out-of-control spiral which found me tramping around all of Canada, some of South America, and even a fraction of Europe. “What in the world is that crazy, sexy ginger doing?” People marveled. “Will she ever settle down and get a REAL job? She must be a lesbian.”

I’ve spent the last couple of months living in Montreal, one of my most favourite cities in the world. I have a thin mattress for a bed and the lack of air conditioning is suffocating, but I’m the happiest I’ve ever been.

In other words, life got damn good.

Nowadays I’m fully self-employed and “location independent,” whatever that means. Technically, “not having a home” is impossible for Newfoundlanders. We’re bred that way.

I’m an editor at Matador Network, the world’s largest independent online travel magazine. I’m also the Lead Writing Faculty at MatadorU. I award students with hugs and free candy and bum slaps.

I’m a freelance travel writer, copy writer, and social media consultant.

I like diet Pepsi, but not when there’s rum in it. I am passionate about nachos, boys that smell nice, and good brewpubs. I love people. I refuse to give up real books in favour of e-books, and I don’t care how many damn trees I’ll kill.

This blog is reflective and narrative. My life is a tangled mess of unfortunate coincidences, bizarre experiences, and shady characters. You will find no grandiose exclamations of life lessons here, nor any “Top 5 beaches to get in touch with your inner yogi” shit.

Just me and my relationship with “place.” We’re engaged now guys, it’s Facebook official.