You wake up one day & say to yourself… it’s time to grow up.
When I say ‘grow up’, I say that pretty loosely.. At the tender age of 26 (going on 50 I swear), I feel like I’m generally in a pretty good position. My hubby and I have had our house for 4 years (okay.. yes the bank owns it), we’ve been married for coming up 2 years, we have an adorable & highly spoilt dog and have been on 2 trips to America. In that regard – I feel grown up. It’s the other parts of my life I don’t feel ‘grown up’ in.
In my last year of high school, I don’t think I imagined that I would be married, with a dog & a house. I figured I would be travelling the world ill mid 30’s. When I would wake up on morning and say to myself ‘I think it’s time to settle down’.
But life just doesn’t work like that.
I have dreams. Massive dreams of living overseas. I dream of it literally almost every night.
I see my life in Chicago. Enjoying the beautiful frosty weather in boots, and scarves & thick jackets. In a beautiful 3 level terrace house, that includes an attic or a basement den. I see a beautiful kitchen with marble bench tops & dark wood doors. I also have a window ledge seat.
Don’t ask me what this is this is with my dreamy window seat ledge/book nook.
Or I see myself in Dallas. Enjoying the hot weather & being around our wonderful Texan friends. I see myself growing old there. Slipping ya’ll into my vocabulary or explaining to people – I’m not Australia nor am I America.. I’m Texan’.
I just see myself somewhere other than Perth.
Don’t get me wrong… Perth is a pretty lovely place. I see what tourists love about it & I know it’s beauty. I just feel stuck here. It’s such a small city & although I know of many people who have happily lived here their whole life (my mum included) I don’t want to live & die in Perth. I want to see the world.
So it’s been in the back of my mind for the last say 3 years. Look at working visa’s in US/Canada. Pack up life. Live.
I’ve just never gotten there. I’m still here. In Perth.