So much can happen in one week. Well, sometimes a lot happens. Something nothing happens. I’ve had a particularly eventful week, and actually this whole month has been full of difficult events. My grandmother died and I’ve been coming to terms with this huge loss of an important person in my life. I was also let off from my job, so from August I am free and this is actually a big relief. I feel stifled and claustrophobic, this city has felt like a place full of bad memories at times and I have not done much in terms of travel since August. For the past few months I’ve been wanting to go fully freelance, and though this still seems unlikely in terms of finances, I do feel this is a good time to consider my options.
It also feels like the right time to escape everything, to take a step away and just be by myself. I want to be free and able to explore new places, without a plan or commitments to anything. Now is my time to get a bit lost, to meet new people, to get drunk on the beach and have some fun. I never went through that phase when I was younger and now I finally feel like I can let go.
My heart has been aching for change, and somehow I feel everything has happened for a reason and the timing is just the push I needed. I’m feeling a little broken and bruised after a very difficult month, my mind won’t stay still and I cannot grasp onto anything so it seems like the right time to run wild.