Unwise words from the skull...
It feels a bit like falling of the map, moving away I mean.
you are forced out of your daily routines, you have to improvise certain things and you don't have the time to do all the things you want to do. You just have to focus on cleaning, packing, logistics, paperwork and money.
When you move you rip your roots out of the ground, you throw away all the unwanted things you have in your life and the things you want to keep you take with you. Things both physical, mental and emotional.
When you move you leave something known and venture into the unknown, usually that is. In my case I left something I had just gotten to know and came back to familiar ground. I have to admit that moving to England was a bit scary. I didn't really know what I was going to and the things I thought I new weren't necessarily right. Moving back to Norway again wasn't as hard, but it's still a bit scary.
I've come back to what I consider to be home, I've come back with a degree and new perspectives on life. Which is great, but I've also come back not really knowing how my future is going to turn out. I don't have a job so I need to find one. We don't have any place to live so we're staying with family until we find a decent apartment and on the side I still have illustration projects and the founding of my own business to work on. It's a lot, my plate is quite full.
It's a bit stressful to be honest, but it also feels kind of nice. I have a lot of work ahead of me true, but because I have a goal, because I know what I want it feels more like an exciting challenge than a heavy load weighing me down.
Hopefully I'll be able to know within the week whether I have a job or if I need to keep looking. As soon as the job is secured pieces will start to fall into place a lot more easily. I'm looking forward to having all my pressing affairs settled, but I think it's important to enjoy and take in the process of getting there. A prize is always sweeter when you've had to work for it after all.
Until next time