The sweet thing about being a counsellor (in-training) is that you have counsellor (in-training) friends. So C called me today and I went into this whole 'OMG, it's mid November' freak out mode.
Do you realize that September, October and then comes November. Holy shit! At the end of November I am supposed to be moving out back to Victoria. Already?!! But, but...where did THAT come from? While I have been talking about it and telling people my plans, it dawned on me yesterday that in about 2 months, I'm going to be a nomad again. And for how long this time?
This past year has been a time of relative stability for me, believe it or not. In terms of physical space anyways. The idea of not having a relatively permanent place of residence is a bit daunting. Weird, huh? Me who is always the one to say how 'fun' it is to not have consistency in life, that routines are boring and whatnot.
Am I perhaps one step closer to hanging up my nomadic shoes?
There will always be travel I'm sure, but not in the same sense.
Right now, once again school is almost done and I am presented with the opportunity of doing anything I want, going anywhere I want...but I want to stay here??
Wow, could it possibly be that I am pretty happy here? That despite the ups and downs, the crazy rollercoaster ride, there is nowhere in the world I would rather be?
Travelling is different. The need to go travelling will always be in me, but to live...
This is as good as it gets? I don't know. Moving and always looking, searching is perhaps not the answer...
Maybe we need to learn to be happy where ever we are? Coz if you really thought about the details of your 'greener pasteur' it then becomes not THAT green after all...
Yeesh...this is a weird feeling. What I do know though is that I am getting there. One step closer to hanging up my nomadic lifestyle shoes...
I need some stability. Moving and going away again (for an indefinite amount of time) is not as appealing as it used to be.
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