Meeting my new home

They say that a problem shared is a problem halved, and after my post last week sharing my concerns about my move, I would tend to agree.
The following morning I woke up feeling distinctly emotionally lighter and ready to take up the challenge I have put in front of myself, and so this week has been a hive of activity.

First, we should crack on with the exciting stuff and talk about my new home, and by that I mean Belle, the RV. Continue reading “Meeting my new home”

Five days in

Five days ago I boarded a flight bound for Tampa airport. With me I carried three suitcases, two carry-on bags and a coat.
This now represents the sum total of the belongings with which I’ve chosen to start my potential new life in the USA.

For the past 5 months I have listened to every possible version of the following phrases:
‘I’m so jealous; I wish I could do what you’re doing’
‘You’re going to have an absolute wonderful time; you’ll never want to come back’
‘You’ll forget all about us within a week, you’ll meet some many new people’
‘I can’t wait to hear all about your travels’
‘You’re so lucky to be leaving this county’

But despite everyone’s cheerful offerings and best wishes for my fresh start, deep down inside I’m not sure I wanted one. Apart from wanting to change my job and go back to working with animals, I was actually quite settled and alright with my life, thank you very much.

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