So in light of this being my last week in the UK for a while, I’m struck with a strange sense of ‘reality check’. Last Friday during the celebration when loads of my coworkers and collegues showed up to wish me farewell, it dawned on me that I’m leaving.
What timing! I mean I knew I was leaving, and despite halfheartedly packing and sorting all my crap out I found that it was all just a little ‘over there’ kinda feeling. The one where you end up standing outside of yourself and watching what you do. Like being completely removed yet at the centre of the situation.
So here I am, and I’ve got really mixed feelings of how I feel and what I think. It’s a little disconcerting when I stop and think about all the people that I care about. I mean, this is my home, and being forced to leave it is something that I have yet to really come to terms with.
I have yet to also come to terms with the choices that I have before me. It’s exciting and at the same time unerving. That fear of the unknown and what ifs. I think part of me wants a bit of security in my life, the other is looking for change. I wonder if I can have both.
