Have you ever sat down and thought about your journey? The places you’ve gone, the people you’ve met, the path you’ve left. I got ta thinkin’ about mine the other day. It can be daunting & inspiring. And I was only thinking about the last 4 years.
In 2014 I was living in Sydney, comfortable and happy. Good job, good life, close to family & I felt like home & heart were right there. But a text message broke my heart & it all started to go pear shaped. Ultimately though I thought a new start would do me good. I was wrong.
But I went out and took a heap of photos.
At the end of the year I moved to Melbourne. Great job, wonderful city, made some great friends. I get why Melbourne-ites love being Melbourne-it’s. The way I was feeling though followed me to Melbourne and I really struggled. Work suffered, I went into my shell & became a bit of a recluse. Only one thing felt like it kept me sane.
So I took a heap of photos.
Ultimately I had to leave. I remember leaving with my emotional tail between my legs. By my own measurement, I had failed in Melbourne. So I took an enormous risk and went to Malaysia. The job wasn’t great, but the experience remade me. I pushed myself to be social and dialled my personality back up from 1 to 11. I spent more time out with good people than probably any other time in life. I still speak to at least two or three of the people I met in Malaysia each week.
And I took a heap of photos.
Next stop was the islands of Samoa, way out in the Pacific Ocean. A small developing nation, it had some challenges. It had good people and great places to visit & the job gave me a chance to travel. My god it was beautiful too. I felt blessed to have the experience. Politics unfortunately & my own sense of right and wrong cut my time short and it was tough to leave. I still carry my Samoan drivers licence.
And I took a heap of photos
I went back to small town Australia for a few months whilst I sorted myself out. Spent the most time I have spent with family since I was 17 and life was pretty sweet. Those starry starry nights were just incredible. I was desperate to get back working and hoped I would be staying in Australia for a while. It didn’t quite work out that way but it was a great few months.
And I took a heap of photos.
Now I’m in China. It’s been a whirlwind. Beijing has been -1 and 30 degrees and I’ve only been here two and a half weeks. I’m still a bit freaked out by the experience. English is not widely spoken and my Chinese is invisible. But so far people have been warm and friendly. The pollution is beyond anything you can imagine. It’s already made me sick once. What’s my China future hold? Who knows. It’s not necessarily the right move for every person who comes here.
But while I’m deciding, I’ll take a heap of photos
The thing about your journey in life is it may be the only thing that’s 100% yours. No one follows the same path and that’s a wonderful thing.
Am I grateful for the rather unique journey I’ve had in recent years?
Do I envy the people who settle down, get married to someone they love, raise a family, find their place in the universe and put down roots some where?
100 times yes!