Uprooting | Booking a one-way ticket to Australia
I have decided, simply for a lack of something else to do, to reach into the comfortable, well-set soil of my life, and uproot it.
This isn’t the first time that I’ve sought change. It definitely isn’t the first time I’ve had to adapt to a new climate. However, it is the only time I have done so alone.
Throughout our lives, we are constantly making decisions. Sometimes we’re pleased with them. Other times we worry we’ve made the wrong one. And in this digital age we are so exposed to other peoples’ lives that it is difficult for us not to compare our choices to others’ and their perceived successes.
Whilst it’s easy to say that we should only care about our own opinions, sometimes it’s hard to know what we believe.
And with my departure looming ever closer, I can’t help but worry that I’ve made a terrible mistake. In London, one of my friends has been promoted. I miss my housemates and colleagues. Moving to another country is challenging.
But if I didn’t have this flight booked, I know I’d still be uncertain. I’d still be wanting change. I’d be asking myself questions, like: where do I want to live? What do I want to do? How do I find out?
Often, it is easy to feel as though there is no right choice at all.
How can there be one for me right now, if I’m not certain where I want it to lead? At least now I know I’m on the road to an adventure. There will be sun and room to grow.
Plus, it will be something to write about.
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