Times, they are a changin'

Wise words of Bob Dylan to start today's post.

As I write this, it's pissing out, but for once I don't really mind :)

You see, after a crazy week long trip with Dave, I came home to a shockingly dull day. And without the distractions of the previous week, (such as the beautiful Alps of Austria, Crazy Italian drivers and German-only speaking areas) I finally got a clear message of where to go.

I've been at an impass for sometime now. Feeling quite unsure of where to go, just certain that remaining here was no longer an option. No, it's not that something terrible happened- more of an awakening that my energy and the energy of this place just don't jive right now.

So I decided to go home.

I doubt its any coincidence that the pull to move happens 5 years after I landed here. I still marvel at how quickly the time has passed and how much has happened. I've been living a-lot-

So begins the process of wrapping up life here and facing all the niggling fears of returning to my home country. Will I find work? Where will I live? Will my friends still have time for me? Will there be family drama? Will I go mad with a 6 month long winter? What if I hate it? What if I get stuck and can't leave?

Who knows?

I do know that the fears are subsiding and a peace is spreading out through me, likely as a result of finally having a direction. I know I'll be fine. I always am. I just need to remember to trust.

Today I spent about 30 minutes intentionally imagining what the best possible outcome to moving home could be. It was a brilliant exercise and while I've still got some stubborn worries, I'm moving more to a place of seeing the move home as yet another adventure.