I am in a stage in my life where I feel it is time to move on from living in South East Asia; six years in Thailand- although AMAZING- is, potentially, done for me.
Saying that, as I sit and type and stare out into the blues and greens of the sea in Gili Trawangan, I second guess myself.
And why wouldn’t I? I mean look at it…
Living in Thailand means I have so much more disposable income than I had when working in Ireland or the UK…which means I get to come somewhere like here for my half- term break.
I’m a teacher, in case you haven’t worked that one out yet. I travel almost every half term, as I said the disposable income I have allows for this.
Since December 2015, I have travelled to: Sri Lanka for Christmas; India for New Year and my friend’s Indian wedding; Malaysia for a PD course; New Zealand for April half- term; America for the summer (Seattle, San Juan Islands, San Francisco, Yosemite, Las Vegas baby! San Diego and Los Angeles) and now I’m in Bali…and my parents wonder why I don’t have any savings?
I have plans, plans, plans for every holiday from now until the middle of next year: home to Ireland and maybe Myanmar for December and January; Tanzania for a service project with school in February; Australia in April and I have many, many ideas for my summer holidays…
…unless I move that is.
Move to where though? I have the American dream. I love it there and feel so at home in many parts of it. I think the country is so diverse and beautiful in many different ways. Sure I won’t be fitting in nine countries within a year but a lot of me could opt out of this for a place to settle, to drop my bags and call home (next to my wonderful home Ireland that is.)
Then there is the allure of applying all over the world to see what becomes of it…becomes of me.
I am definitely happy, yet something in me knows it’s time to move on. The question that remains is where…
And that, my friend, is the beauty of life.