I was chatting with my Nan on the phone today, telling her that I’ve quit my job and am moving overseas, and once her shock and confusion wore off she asked me, “Have you ever felt what home sickness feels like? Because I’m feeling it right now just talking about this!” Very endearing, but what I told her, I think can be applied to many different facets of my life.
The answer, in a word, is yes. People ask me all the time, “Aren’t you afraid to travel alone!?” And of course I am at times. I get homesick. I get lonely. I get scared. I fear the unknown. But what I’ve come to recognize and practice more intentionally in my life is that fear is not an indication to do something differently.
I can be afraid, and I can still be fine. I can dread the next steps, be tired, overwhelmed, stressed, anxious, and still, it’s not an indication to do anything differently except re-ground myself and continue on the path that I have set out on.
My recent decision to shake things up and make a move for myself was only reached after many years of not acting because my fear was holding me back. But when the time came, I made this decision from a surprisingly calm, assured place, and that’s my baseline. So when the anxieties creep in, they inevitably pass, because at my core I know I’m doing the right thing, and I’m choosing to trust myself in that.
So! I’m moving to Australia in January, and although I might literally melt (as I’ll be going from -40 Thunder Bay temperatures to +40 Perth temperatures), I am so excited to see what this next year has in store. I’ll miss my friends and family, there is no doubt about that. But sometimes you have to make to sacrifices in the hopes of finding a deeper level of connection in the long run. I’m choosing to trust that the relationships I have are strong enough to stand the test of time. The irony is, that I best find connection when walking alone, and I literally cannot wait to see what is next in store!