At the beginning of this year, someone I knew died. He wasn’t that much older than me and he had always seemed so full of life – it was a massive shock. As a result of this, my year so far has been about working towards feeling happy in the now, not waiting for some distant future to get on with living my dreams.
One of the first steps I took was starting this blog, and I’ve continued in other small ways to change my life. One day recently the realisation came to me that the time had come to make a major change.
After four and a half years, Ben and I had begun to feel a little restless in Brussels. We’d both been in jobs for a while, and although there were plenty of reasons to stay, the important one, the one that said “because we want to”, wasn’t there. We handed in our notice at the end of last month, and we’ll be heading back to Brighton at the end of September.
At the moment, there are no firm plans laid down – we’ll find a place to live and get jobs, we’ll spend time with the people we’ve missed, and miss the people that we’re used to spending time with. It all seems a bit out of control, and right now I welcome that. It’s easy to get settled into a routine, but I think it’s healthy to shake things up every once in a while.
I’m not sure if we’ll be back home forever; I’ve loved living abroad and we’re both very different people than the ones who packed our bags and hopped on a Eurostar all those years ago. I can’t rule out the possibility of heading off into the unknown again; Ben votes for South America, but I need to move to Russia to spite someone. We’ve agreed that Brighton is a happy medium for the time being.
Alfie doesn’t much care where we live as long as he has somewhere to sleep. Here he is testing out my new shorts.