You know how it feels when something happens to you, forcing you to re-think reality - past, present and future; a paradigm shift. Traveling gives you many of those.
Having lived in 14 cities of both sides of the world, I'm a little familiar with the feeling. We can imagine the life we want for ourselves, but there is a world of a difference from planning to real life. As we walk, we learn things we could not have imagined and must make path corrections to adjust to the "new realities" we encounter.
Sort of like the Apollo 13 crew in the lunar module, when they entered in orbit around the moon hoping a free return trajectory would "slingshot" the crew towards earth, but every once in a while they had to fire the descent engine to perform path corrections.
Had they not corrected their path, they would have flown off to outer space, forever lost in a path to no where… a sad, lonely, slow death. Though sometimes they over corrected, sending them, once again, in the wrong trajectory, which called for a second path correction.
Likewise, I'm constantly having to make path corrections in order to stay on course for a successful life in self imposed exile... a challenge I take because it pokes my mind and I love it.
But you know what? Once you reach one goal, check one thing off your list, there's another one right in front of you that needs immediate attention.
Why? Because there is no summit! (that's my new theory). Yes, my brother always tells me "when the mountain seems too steep, don't look up! Take one step at a time, and keep climbing!"
There is no summit in the Life Mountain. So, enjoy the climb! It's not about the end, it's definitely but about the life path we take.
Changing the subject, there was an earthquake tonight at 4am. It made me hurl my laptop across the bed and jump up on my feet. The wood home creaked and squeaked while the ground rumbled. That rumble. Like the earth growling. The shaking.
Earthquakes have such very particular shaking. I've lived through many of those over the years, but I can never get used to them. Yes, it was a "baby earthquake", but it was strong enough that I almost cried!
There's something awful about not being able to trust the ground you walk on…