It seems lately I am confused a lot. Choices, choices, choices. I know I deserve to be happy and maybe this sudden opening is the best decision for me. Yet uprooting seems suddenly a choice of the young and whilst I am not exactly ninety, I am not exactly in the prime of youth.
A new country? A new language? Seems like a big commitment for someone who is taking it a day at a time. I hope I get those AA like badges when you complete 90 days. I am getting ahead of myself, it all hinges on tonight so fingers crossed.
I feel like I am burning the candle at both ends and finding each day the same and only my clothes and watches change. Business as usual.
I guess I have to decide the importance of staying put.
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