Its not quite last minute. Hell, even spur of the moment. I’ve been way to organised for my own good at times, y’know. Packed (more or less) and sorted for the flight (kinda). Flat is looking to be let out soon(ish) and I’m almost ready.
It’s a weird, really weird state of mind that I find myself in. On one hand I’m really frustrated with the immigration decision. On the other hand, I’m looking forward to the opportunities ahead of me. The fact that I have to leave my home hasn’t really hit me yet. It feels more like a holiday than actually leaving.
In a way it is. It’s not forever as I do see myself in UK in the future. Its more the feeling of starting over…again. For the first time in a while, I felt like my life was actually settling down a bit. Or at least I got a bit of security – not only financially but futurewise, that I knew that I had another year of the same thing to look forward to. Now, a year later, I find myself at the brink, at the starting point – again!
Eight years of doing this. It’s really all I’ve ever known for nearly a decade. Flexibility. Adapting. Moulding. Focus. Goal setting. Achievement. Determination.
Change.
Maybe it’s because I’m getting older that I’m longing for a little bit of security. A life that I can count on to stay steady for at least 2 years. After that, maybe I’ll change my mind and look for another road to travel.
