Work has been hectic recently, my life has consisted of working hard, coming home and sleeping so sorry for the lack of posts.
I’ve been thinking a lot today about the idea of relocating. I plan to travel Australia for a year in about 5 months now, time flies. My general outlook towards life, friends, family generally is very negative and pessimistic at the moment. I know that most thing’s that are irreplaceable – Family, Old trusted friendships, will never really go anywhere, if I were to leave and return at some point even if for short visits then my friends and family would be just where I left them. Somewhere on this small island that is slowly penning it’s citizens down until we won’t be able to wipe our asses without someone standing there watching and taking notes.
I haven’t truly considered the overall implications of the idea but most of me is already planning ahead in silence. It’s what I do best. My mind has already said – If I like it, why not stay, why not develop a new – free-er, more nomadic lifestyle. What’s to stop me? Really, sometimes you have to be selfish and say to your friends, say to your family – I’m not coming back.
I think in my situation it would only be my friend’s that would say the word’s “I don’t want you to go” or similar. I know my mum quite well and she knows if I get something in my head there’s nothing she could say to stop me or change my mind. I respect that a lot – I know that she would miss me and care, worry and think of me. But I also know she would be proud of me going out into the world and living it, being happy and making the most of what I have been given. I love my mum, for this especially.
If you guy’s haven’t noticed there is now a link in my blogroll to Richmeister so check it out, a guy who started like me, on a one year working visa and is planning to stay for another year possibly more. The blog seems to center around his trials and tribulations – work, accommodation and travel plans. Much like life is for me here in the UK. I guess one thing to take from it is that the grass isn’t necessarily greener and maybe you can’t escape the trivialities of life – but then he is in IT like me…maybe I should be a botanist, I certainly love growing plants, well, grass.