Maybe I never realised it at the time, but I did indeed see the whole 3 years in the UK as an adventure as a BIG travel experience.
I remember how everything was so exciting and I embraced each moment knowing that it was all a blessing and a possible “once in a life time” opporutnity.
I became a travellor:
“I was biten by a travel bug, and she left me with great scars and memories” (I always thought that would make great lyrics)
In the words of Alanis Morissette (Citizen of the Planet)
“wide eyed, new ground
humbled by my new surroundings
I am a citizen of the planet
My president is kwan yin
My frontier is on an airplane
my prisons: homes for rehabilitating
Then I fly back to my nest, I fly back with my nuclear but everything is different
So I wait, my yearn for home is broadened, patriotism expanded by callings from beyond
So I pack my things nothing precious all things sacred”
Now that I am “home” I feel in some ways… that the journey or adventure is over.
1) Do I really need to settle?
2) Do I really need to be responsible?
So occasionally I will have these rants. I need to be fair and kind to my heart. This tension will be here for awhile.
God is patient.
Thanks for reading.
(I blog a lot, because being single and lonely (at times), I like sharing my stories and thoughts with anyone who would listen. “If you don’t like it, what am I supposed to do, I never asked you to click and read this blog” said in Dave Matthews accent)