Dear Wandering Soul,
You’ve drifted a long ways. All the way from the coast of Florida to the shores of Auckland, New Zealand. You’ve stepped off the plane, taken a look around, and begun to soak in your new surroundings. You’re on your own, but this is nothing new. Solo travel has been your thing for years now – almost your entire twenties in fact – and you make friends quite easily. This is no different.
Except that it is.
You haven’t realized it yet, but you’re not the same person. That girl who returned from Australia in March 2013 is not the same girl who took off half way around the world again in October 2014. There’s been a subtle shift, one hardly recognizable, but there all the same.
The thirst for adventure is alive and well, but your tastes have become more refined. You thought your dreams lay in a far away land… but your intuition is telling you otherwise. It’s not that you hate it; it’s actually quite lovely. But your heart’s not in it.
No longer do you have the desire to strap your meager belongings to your back and truck off to shared accommodations. Not that you were ever a backpacker, even in your younger years. You have an affinity for your creature comforts and that’s okay.
It’s that little voice. It’s telling you you’re in the wrong place.
It will creep up slowly, whispering in your ear that something isn’t right. You’re chasing the wrong dream. You see, the 18 months spent in Florida was not just a little downtime between trips. You worked hard, and built a brand new career for yourself, one that was just starting to take off and show promise. You put it on hold, and why?
It’s not that you can’t write in New Zealand, because you can. And it’s not that you aren’t capable of sticking it out and adjusting, because you are. You are independent, and talented, and perfectly able to carve out a niche for yourself anywhere you choose to.
You are also wise enough to know quickly when something doesn’t feel right, and strong enough to make the necessary decisions. You’re going to realize that the thrill of a new destination is not enough – you need a purpose.
So you’re going to leave Auckland, after a mere three weeks. You’re going to board a plane for another long flight far sooner than you ever expected.
And for the very first time since you donned the label of “expat,” you’re going to recognize in yourself a sentiment of so many who went before you:
It’s time to go home.
So you do.