I hate staying anywhere two long which is kind of ironic since I got stuck in London for 13 years.
I say stuck, like it was forced upon me not like I happily grabbed it and wolfed down helpings of exactly the same life I had in Australia just on the other side of the globe, like it was the best bacon roll I'd ever eaten. (not that I've ever had a bad bacon roll)
... but why?
We're all guilty of it, we stay in jobs we hate, remain friends with people who we secretly don't really like and worst of all relationships that we know aren't healthy for us. We 'flog that dead horse' and we all have our own personal reasons for sticking with stuff that we know isn't right.
I don't want to do this anymore, I want to shake things up. I'm not scared of change I'm scared of not changing. I have this one life and I don't want regrets.
...so maybe tomorrow I'll want to settle down until tomorrow I'll just keep moving on....
By the way the dog's name,('The Littlest Hobo')was London, funny hey?
7 weeks to go....
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