There is always some confusion for me when it comes time to leave a country; having to choose where to go next, where to live, what to do about work, give up the good job and cozy apartment, new friends and second hand or new things. I never stopped to think at what point the excitement kicks in for the unknown. Usually on the plane getting out....after all the excitement and emotions of saying the goodbyes.
I like the thought of living like a gypsy, tinker, and wanderer. I've often wondered when they'd get the signal that it's time to move on. I suppose it's when there's somewhere they have to be by a certain time, or when they get kicked out the area they're living in, when there's no food left, when they feel like a change of scenery or when they just have something else to do that requires being somewhere else. I always believed I was a gypsy...but living here in Vancouver, I get that feeling of settling down. Here's where the confusion happens. I've also got those itchy feet again. I feel trapped but I know it's the immigration paper work to go through that makes me feel that way. I feel like flying off somewhere, getting in a car packed with food, tent, sleeping bag and just driving, music blaring, singing out loud, wind in my hair, getting on a rackety old bus filled with chooks, goat and even people. Even get that urge to sit on a beach for days just reading in the hot sun (and thats not normal for me)...It probably comes from all the rain we've been having here.
I know we can't save in this country but it's not what we're here for...which makes the situation even more desperate when that’s the main reason our visa's aren't working out. There are so many things we like here...the people, the nature, the mountains, the access to water, the coffee culture, the cold...and the skiing.
Just feel so frustrated... wish to avoid all this but that means going home to my safe old familiar country where I'll get into the routine of my old life within days of being there...right in the middle of my four day jet lag. Where the excitement of us coming home will wear out within 2 weeks and everyone carries on and expects us to as if we never left.
On the other hand there are things we can do with this new situation...travel. Plan another route to take home. Go home slowly...not a bad Plan B.