About Me

When they give you the world, they forget to tell you that you can’t give it back …

I’ve learnt this lesson the hard way.
That when they give you the world, they forget to tell you that you can’t give it back.

“For once you have tasted flight, you will walk the earth with your eyes turned skywards,
for there you have been and there you will long to return.” – Leonardo da Vinci

In which I interpret as, once you step outside your own life and see how small you are and how big the world is – there’s no turning back.

The first time that I ever saw a passport full of stamps, I knew that there was no turning back. Without pause I fell in love with the different languages and colours that consumed it, with all the dirty pages and little stamps that defined it.

I was enchanted,  and I wanted my life and my passport to be just as colourful.
I wanted my pages to be just as full.

So after University and at the eager age of 21, I jumped at the chance to move to Australia alone. Backpacking the country, I fell in love with wanderlust. With having no plan and no friends, but ending up with both. With having no map and no directions, but ending up exactly where you should.

After Australia I soon moved on to Thailand, with a map of Koh San Road written on the back of a receipt and a Canadian passport in my pocket. After exploring South East Asia for 6 months, living and teaching in Southern Thailand and experiencing the most surreal interview of my life in Bangkok, I accepted a job offer from Emirates airline that moved me to Dubai, showed me the world and filled up my passport.

Living in Dubai was an extraordinary experience and a career as a flight attendant in the Middle East literally had it’s up’s and down’s. But after 2.5 years of flying and after 53 countries, I decided to hang up my red hat (but not my red lipstick) and head home to the true north strong and free.

That was three and half years ago now, when I moved home to one of the most beautiful cities in the world, Vancouver, British Columbia. But after trying on one too many jobs that never quite fit, I realized that I’d found the family of friends I was looking for but not the career opportunities I needed. So on a rainy day in January, I applied for the Remote Year.

The stars aligned for me when I was invited to join the Ikigai group and on August 1st, 2016 I hopped on a plane and moved to Europe, to begin my year of travelling with 75 other digital nomads from around the world. For the next twelve months we will be travelling, working and living together across 12 cities and 10 countries and for now, I’ve found where I belong.

I created Catch me if you Cannie when I came down from the clouds, as a vault to store my memories in and a place to share my stories. So if you want to go on an adventure, whether with a boarding pass or one of my favourite books, I hope that you find what you’re searching for – I hope that you find some happiness here.

x Annie


  • Reply Kennedy Makulika May 4, 2016 at 1:08 am

    Hi Annie,
    I love the stuff you`ve written and I agree about the experience of flying. I don`t get to fly often, but I have flown a number of times. And yes, it is true that once you`ve been there, you will definitely long to be back up there.

    I will drop by once in a while to check on your new stuff.

    Keep it up.


    • Reply Annie May 4, 2016 at 1:34 am

      hi kennedy,
      thank you so much for this. i very much appreciate your kind words and encouragement 🙂 if you have any questions, i’m always keen to talk about flying, travelling and trying something new. cheers!

  • Reply tim :) June 5, 2016 at 11:23 pm

    hi Annie, nice to run into you the last few days. lets keep in touch. cheers, t

  • Reply Brenda December 14, 2016 at 4:27 am

    Loved your story on Sarajevo. I too have a soft spot for the city after visiting it twice while my husband worked there with EUPM (European Union Police Mission). The tunnel museum really proved the tenacity of the city’s residents and I loved seeing the colourful pots of flowers set on a shelled balcony – to me it was the family’s way of saying f*ck you – you bombed and shelled me and I’m still here!

    • Reply Annie December 14, 2016 at 7:48 am

      Hi Brenda,
      Thank you! and thank you for visiting my blog. It sounds as if you have done quite some travelling yourself and that Sarajevo pulled on your heart strings the way it did mine. I’ve always found it so fascinating that such a war could have happened in Europe while I was playing hopscotch as a five year old in Kingston. We’re so lucky to have been born where we were and exploring the world always reminds me of that. Thanks for your comment! 🙂

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