I absolutely love to travel. I love experiencing new places, new people, and seeing new life all around. The worst part about traveling is coming home. Once you get home, you look around & see all the things that are missing in your life. You realize that there are other places that offer a life for you...perhaps a life you were too afraid to pursue because you weren't aware it was available to you.
Maybe you never realized that the past few years you spent meeting different people in your line of work has somehow led to a network of job opportunities in a place you swore you would never live near again. Maybe you grew up without even realizing it and furthermore realized that you are finally ready to make a life for yourself elsewhere. Those little voices in your head are picking sides...one playing devil's advocate and the other encouraging you to follow your instinct. What's a gal to do? Especially when she knows she always follows her heart and rarely listens to her head, particularly in life changing decisions. Sure, she might crash & burn but at least she went forward with all her heart when making her decision. Is there an age when this becomes the wrong thing to do? Is there ever a reason to stay somewhere & be content when perhaps there is somewhere else that will help you to reach your potential? Am I a city girl at heart? Is it possible for a southern belle to find happiness in a big city while maintaining those country roots?
I find myself with a case of wanderlust (big surprise, right?) and I know that I won't be able to ignore this. My wheels inside my head have started to spin & I won't be able to talk myself out of this one. In the immortal words of the Doors, "The time to hesitate is through..."
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