Working to get somewhere!
I’ve survived 5/6 of my bond with the hospital I am working for and am feeling both proud of myself and somewhat lost. I’ve been waiting for the time I am finally free and knowing that it’s coming soon is really exciting as well as somewhat nerve wrecking!
I’ve always had it in my head that I would just pack my bags and become a global vagabond once I could; living a free life, moving from country to country – dreaming of sitting in strange places, experiencing loud and crazy cities, quiet hamlets, fancy cosmopolitan places as well as third world mud crusted countries. Living out of a suitcase packed with clothes for any occasion and climate – with my feline companion in tow.
I want to do so many things, re-discover the creative side of myself, learn a new language and feel less trapped and frustrated. Somehow the years of being here and trying to stem my dissatisfaction of having no choice in so many areas of my life have planted a few seeds of dullness and lethargy, something I have long feared would happen. Sometimes the best decisions one can make for oneself are done on impulse!
Anyway, I know it’ll be easy for me to find my way out of here. I just have to keep reminding myself that this is the one reason to wake up every morning. I’m working to get myself somewhere…
