As I sit and feel/think about where I should make my next move, I am struck by the sheer amount of choices I have. Places I have loved living, places I would like to live, places I don’t even know about living, and don’t want to miss out on the opportunity of living there. If I move to x...I will miss out on what I could be doing at y...and if I move to y….and dislike living there, I will have to pick up and move to z.... It’s all a bit of a gamble when you’re having trouble listening to your heart.
Gypsy Hearts. We love moving. We love staying. We love new places. We love old friends. We love making new ones. Where does that leave your heart? Confused. Utterly and totally confused. For brief moments in time we are content. New country, new culture, new accommodation, new coworkers, and new friends; all coming with their own ups and downs. Then, it seems after a few years, it is time to move on. To seek out a new home. We venture “home” to visit family and friends, and are are reminded of why we love to travel. Then, we head back out to travel, and are reminded of how much we love and miss our family and friends. Where does this cycle end?
Is there a place in the world where someone with this gypsy heart wants to live for more than a few years? Do we spend our entire lives searching for this place? Always having that feeling of "I know it’s out there, but I just need to find it." Is this “home” we are looking for inside our hearts? Is there some way of finding comfort in the gypsy lifestyle? What matters more? Place or career. Career or place? Friends? Family? What makes the place you love the reason you stay there, or leave?
I still do not have the answers to these questions. If I did I guess I wouldn’t be writing this blog. There are things I love about almost everywhere I have lived. I know pretty amazing people all over this world. If I had not decided to get up and move over 30 times, I would not know the rock star people I do. At the same time, I still have not found that place, that career, that space where I want to be. Where I look around and think, I never, ever want to leave here. This is my home.
But maybe that life isn’t for those hearts. Maybe we need to find that career which allows us to continually travel and meet up with friends and family all over the world. One of the best parts about traveling is sharing new stories with old friends, being silly with people who know you so very well, and having a couple of glasses of wine while getting to know each other all over again. Maybe the gypsy heart needs to embrace change, and know that there isn’t one place for her. That everywhere is where she wants to be. That kind of sounds like the dream doesn't it?
Big Love.
Melanie
