Am I ready for a new life? To leave everything behind and start anew in a different place with a different language, culture and people? Would I do good or would this result to an easier downfall for my career and life? Will I get anything from this huge leap I am about to embark? Would this journey give me the fulfillment I always prayed for?
It was never easy to decide knowing that when you have said yes, there are people that I'll be leaving behind, the familiarity of everything around me would turn into vivid memories and just the mere fact of being able to move around without any difficulties of understanding things are slowly crippling my mind and body (in very unique ways).
Yesterday, it was a bit different in the office. There were not much tasks to do and so it led me to my thoughts of having to move. How I wished it was just a simple move from one home to another within the same city. But it's not. I have to make another country a home and turn a house into being a home. Sometimes I can't help but wonder if things would go accordingly as planned. I am not the type who does so well with planning nor with routines but for once (or maybe twice) I am hoping for a good routine as I start off this new life.
Yeah, you read it right. NEW LIFE. It's not like I died or I'm getting married (I have no time to meet with death nor do I have the time to arrange some ringing bells). If moving from one continent to another isn't considered as a "new life" then I don't know what else to call it.
In line with this talk of my upcoming new life, I just recalled a conversation I had with my best friend, Regine (another special mention, Reg?). "Maybe it's going to be your city of love?", or "Maybe it's where you're settling down?" and my favorite, "Maybe that's where you're going to die". I came to a realization after hearing those crazy remarks. What if, just what if, it really is the place where I am to experience all those? Would I be considered crazy if I start thinking of those? I know, it's a bit tooooo early. You can't blame me, I'm a girl who also dreams to be swept off her feet by her very own Prince Charming or Shrek. LOL. Hoping it's not Shrek.
Somewhere between the anxiousness of moving is an expectant heart like of a child. Waiting for wonders to happen, hoping to be awestruck and dreaming of new and better dreams. Whether it's where I'll find love and get married or die, this journey has already promised me one thing, love and be loved or not, it will give me the best time of my life. A new set of plans, dreams and craziness will soon loom.
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