“I think it’s time for another adventure”
The time has finally come for the ‘big move’. All the packing, all the list making, all the preparation, all the work, has come down to this moment. The one where I actually have to step on a plane and leave.
And it’s weird. Because in some sense, whilst I have been running around like a crazy person over the past few months, I’ve not really stopped to think about the actual act of moving my life overseas again. But I’ve been forced to confront those thoughts over the past few days. The packers have been, the travel is planned, the flat is sorted and I have run out of lists to make!
I’ve gone back and forth on this move for a while now. Is it the right thing for me? Do I want another few years away from family and friends? Can I do the job? Wouldn’t it just be nice to have some time in London again? I mean, who doesn’t want to live in London!?
And of course, the cruel twist, London was looking at its gloriously sunny best this morning as I drove to the airport! But I chose adventure. I dream of exploring new places and meeting new people. I chose apprehension and fear and uncertainty. But I also chose excitement. And this is such an incredible opportunity. I’m going to grab it with both hands and make the most of every minute.