This particular post is in a journal-esk style. Written over a couple days and at the time of happening.
I recently discovered that my life fits into four boxes, two suitcases and one backpack. My discovery comes after spending the last few days packing up my belongings because I am in fact moving to Sweden today.
As I write this I am sitting at the airport waiting for my flight. If you ever wondered about my recent posts which spoke about changes, being in limbo, transitions etc, this is what I was referring to. I like to remain vague about some of my tellings as you never know what will be, but as I am physically in the process and there is no going back I feel it is time to tell you. To be fair, you may have already guessed and this announcement is old news to you!
As of 23:15pm this evening, I will be an English girl living in one of the most beautiful countries I have ever had the pleasure of visiting. I am moving in with my other half, which I thought by now would be terrifying, but he has been immensely supportive and taken a lot of my worries away. I have actually been looking forward to this move instead of dreading it and thinking of reasons not to go.
The coach was late getting to the airport, which was not so bad as I had given myself plenty of time, just in case this kind of thing occurred. The plane is delayed too not by too long and it gave me plenty of time to enjoy my last meal in the UK, it was delicious.
It has been 24 hours since my arrival to my new home and my brain is starting to get up to its old tricks; it is trying to find something for me to worry about when there is not such thing at this point and I had a slight bout of anxiety. I had support though and I got through it quicker than usual. My problem is I fear failure before I even try. I know this is not a good way to be, but tell my brain that!
I think because I have never got to the point of happiness which sticks that I genuinely do not know what to do from here. In retrospect it is a good thing and I should look forward to the unknown, not dread it. I suppose that comes with practice and I have plenty of time for that. It is 01:29am Swedish time and I am up and writing this blog because I was foolish enough to drink coffee at 21:00pm.
I can not imagine the move could have gone any better. Despite delays and issues with shipping my stuff over here, I made it in one piece and I could not ask for more than that. This is it now, this is my chance to try and find my own path. It is not going to be easy, but is anything that is worth it really that easy? I know from now on I will get out of things what I put in, so it is time for 100% from the get go. No time to become complacent. This is not a test, it is the real thing, so I might as well try my best and you never know what could happen. The more I write about that the less scared I feel. I hope that lasts.
I noticed during this busy period the blog reached 5000 followers, so that you everyone once again for being so supportive towards me on a personal level and also the things that I write. I have received a lot of great questions for the Q&A which I will be answering in the next post. I am looking forward to that immensely.
Have you ever had a period in your life where you had no plan and you did not know what was going to happen next? How did you handle it? I would love some advice on the matter.
P.S: bonus points if you know where the reference of this post’s title comes from.
Until next time, stay amazing!