Finding myself

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When is life’s journey about exploration and confronting the new, and when is it about running away and escaping the past? Or is it always a bit of both?

That’s what I’ve been wondering about much of my adult life, and especially now that I seem to be a confirmed, serial expatriate, exiled from the place of my birth but, thanks to technology and annual holidays, not entirely separated from those who mean the most to me.

Since I fled overseas in 2008 — first to China, then to Scotland, then back to Australia (working, briefly), then to Thailand, back to Australia (waiting far too long for a visa and a work permit), and now to the UAE — I’ve had a lot of experiences. Some jolly japes with mates, old and new, and pleasant encounters with people I’d not have otherwise met.

So there’s a lot to be grateful for. And a lot to be said about travelling to, and immersing oneself in, new places. But there’s always a feeling that I’m missing out on something by not being somewhere else.

There are a lot of questions, but not so many answers.

To be continued …

 

2 thoughts on “Finding myself”

  1. Happy that you´are an expatriate because that “condition” allowed me to find You (or found You – not very sure about the right way to write it) in Abu Dhabi!
    You made my evenings full of memorable moments! Hugs from Argentina!

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