Defining my life.

What an emotional rollercoaster the last year has been for me, but now I finally feel some stability returning to my mind and my life. As much as I love so many things about where I am now, I have finally realised that this is not the place for me to be and that slowly but surely this place is eating away at the person I want to be. I’m not prepared to watch that happen any longer.

Last week I made what a friend of mine described as a ‘life-defining decision’. That sounds scary the first time you hear it, but then it occurred to me that every decision I make defines who I am in some way, how I interact with others around me, what contribution I make to this world, and how I want things to change or stay the same. Although this decision was a big one, it really ends up being no more life-defining than any other.

So, I’ve made up my mind and next year I’m going home. I’m excited about new things to discover in an old place, about what I may think and others will think of me after all this time away and about how I will see everything with new eyes like never before. Most of all however, I’m excited about giving something back to a community that gave me so much and expected nothing in return.

All I hope is that I won’t disappoint.

“We shall not cease from exploration and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time”
-T. S. Eliot