The Fallout

[luckycanuck]

I have been wondering if this trip could be a watershed moment for me.

On my last day in New York, I found myself wondering if I have been living too conservatively.  Have I not been taking enough risks.  I've been going to a steady job, getting a steady pay packet, and more or less living a pretty steady life.  Things haven't been dull, but at age 22 I picked up and moved to Korea.  At age 25 I picked up and moved to London.  At age 27 I picked up and moved to Australia.  Now I'm 33, and I wonder if I'm getting itchy feet again.

Ok, I'm not.  I don't really want to move again.  Though I did consider picking up and moving to America over the past couple of weeks on more than one occasion, I am not keen on throwing away what I have built up, both on a personal level and a professional level in Oz.  Not even for New York.  I would need an extraordinarily compelling reason, so until a stunningly attractive and independently wealthy New York girl gets all smitten by my whimsical desire to do pushups in public...



I guess I'll stay in Australia.*  It's the lucky country, and I'm a luckycanuck.

But I can still live more deliberatly.  I can be less passive.  And maybe I can get back to travelling.  I'm in a position where I can do it, and I don't know how long that will be the case.  I'm 33 now.  In seven years time I will never be able to visit anywhere in my 30s again.

Also, I've found myself feeling a bit lonely today.  I get on very well with a number of people, but most of the people who I feel really understand me and what is going on in my life are far away.  I love my family, but I wonder if I am growing, not apart, but independent from them.

I'm still shaking off the post travel fatigue.  This part of the holiday is the holiday from my holiday.

*But if you know any stunningly attractive and independently wealthy New York girls who get all smitten by guys who like doing whimsical pushups in public, you let me know.

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[luckycanuck.livejournal.com]

I've done it so much that it almost became my default setting. It ceased to be a big deal for a while, though it would be a big deal now.

I left for England with a couple of bags and lived in a hostel for a week before finding a share house with ten other people living there. Later I moved into a place with only four others.

I left for Australia with a couple of bags, lived in the house my father grew up in, opened a bank account, found some temp work, and eventually found a way to stay permanently.

I guess you just set up things as you go.