Moving

The hardest part of doing anything, isn't the act of doing it, but rather making the decision to actually do it - whatever it may be.

Choosing to move was hard, but once I decided, I knew I wouldn't change my mind. I've been toying with the idea for the past 3 years couldn't decide till now. What made me make up my mind? Well, that's a whole other story on it's own.

I've gotten mixed responses from so many people when they hear I'm leaving. Here's most of the standard replies I've given:
1. No, I'm not getting married.
2. No, I don't have someone waiting for me there.
3. No, I don't have a job lined up.
4. Yes, I do like my current life but I feel that there's more to it than this.
5. No, I did not get fired from work.
6. No, I did not strike the lottery. I just need to get out of my comfort zone.
7. Yes, I am scared.
8. No, I don't know what I'm going to do there just yet.
9. I'm going to Melbourne but I may not stay put there.
10. It really is something I just have to do. I don't want to sit around and wonder 'what if' when I'm 50.

So there, you don't have to smile politely or gasp in awe coz really, nothing to be envious about a person who's going to be jobless soon and has no big plans. What I know is that it'll be fine because I have made the decision to go and I will make sure it's fine. I'm a survivor. Always have been and always will be.

But first things first, I gotta buy a plane ticket....hmm...