After driving two days straight with my worldly belongings spanning two cars, worrying that everything would drown during three storms in one night and catching a fly-away bag on the highway, I can safely say I’m now settled in my new home. Apart from grossly underestimating moving, bawling my eyes out when my mum left (I’m really not a teary kinda gal) and getting half a sunburn from my first day on the beach, I haven’t got much to complain about. *granted, the ‘patchy’ tan does make me look like a retarded tourist, but I’ll soldier on!
Making a fresh start is pretty darn liberating, every time I head out the door I feel like I’m going on some sort of an adventure, even locating silly things like the supermarket makes me feel extraordinary. Every weekend promises a new find, a new location, a new favourite spot I can revisit at a later stage .. I’m drowning in the awe of life and it’s magical. For the first time I understand what it means to be present, to be grateful, to play with nature and ideas and possibilities and new experiences, to be at peace. I may be rambling like a high hippy, but in all honesty, I haven’t been this high on life since … well … since that day I discovered the kitkat singles my sister hid in my flat.
My point is this: Don’t let an external source dictate your choices, just let go and do what your heart tells you to do, it really is as simple as that.
*stepping off soap box