A Week Later

Dear Anyone Who Understands Me,

It has been a week since I left my bubble and let the wind carry me to this 'godforsaken place' [only call it that because on the 5th day, I let my guard down and now feeding all sorts of bloodsuckers]. I'm not homesick or lonely, I'm not really sure how I feel- lost perhaps? Maybe it's not having that sense of belonging but feeling more belonged than my bubble.

I promised myself that I would get my CV up and running and spread it out like a virus. My aunts and uncle were trying to convince me to teach English. Yes, I could but I won't, simply because if it was money I was after, I would have sold myself to an insurance company or bank, why bother traveling around to the other side of the world? I guess this is the question that people constantly asks when they leave school or university, do I want a sense of fulfillment or security? Is it not possible to have both?

Just now the wind has carried the seed to this hill. It's at the bottom and there's no more wind to carry it up and over the hill to, perhaps the greener pasture. However, there are a few wildlife so the seed hitched a lift and I guess has started a journey of overcoming this hill. The seed can jump back down in the grounds by the foot of the hill but is that what the seed wants? I haven't really given it a chance... Better start prepping for all weather conditions.

A friend, kept pestering me about coming here and now that I am, shocked? Very much like everyone else. He wants to do the same. LOL If there is nothing keeping you grounded, why not? At the moment the seed has a great support network - much stronger than back in the bubble.

Tired Little Seed.