Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever know where I belong. Is there just one place? The older I get, the less I think so. I keep being mentally drawn back to Australia. But also Paris. But also Chicago. And even Kansas City because of my family. I don't know that there is a next place in the US that I want to live, but there are several places in other countries I think it would be fun to try one day. It's so funny to me how some people can be so happy just staying in one place and some people never want to stop moving on.
There's a lot I love about Colorado, but I have had some hard moments, especially over the last year. I try to remind myself that the hard moments would have come, some just in a different form, if I lived somewhere else. Also, hard times happen in life. Doesn't make it any easier. I've been doing a ton of reflecting through everything which is definitely helping. I feel like my 20s were a lot about me changing and evolving and getting my own world views and friendships unrelated to my childhood. I learned so many new things and met so many different people that between 18-28 I became a new version of myself. But nobody warned me that my 30s would be so hard. I feel like everyone is getting into long term relationships, getting engaged and married, moving into houses, or having kids. And since I'm not falling into that group, I feel kind of like the odd one out. It does help having some other friends in the same situation, but man, society keeps making me feel like a weirdo.
Right now, the most important goals that I have revolve around getting to continue to travel. Travel is what I live for, and what I work so hard to save money for. It feels like there are endless possibilities out there. One thing I don't ever want to happen to me is to have a boring life.
So I'm going to continue to question and reflect and try to listen to what my intuition tells me is next. Who knows? I definitely don't.
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