One month exactly to our repatriation date.
I can’t describe how fast this 2018 has gone, the desire to travel and explore this part of the world is intact, so much we have not seen… there is still so much to do, experience, feel, taste and instead I’m packing my bags and thinking about these past two years with some regrets, but also gratitude.
I have been through weeks of denial and rejection of the idea we had to go (no chance for another extension). I got to the point the husband had the ticket to go and I didn’t…
If only I could rewind time and start all over again… I would do it differently. I wish I could start with my current mind set. I can now let go, I can now step back and feel less intensely about everything, I no longer have to be liked (I failed miserably at this in the office, oh well…).
A quick trip to UK and Italy in August boosted my desire to go back home. I have now come to terms with the end of our (hopefully first) Asian adventure, I am now happy to live closer to the people I care for.
It’s not a return, it’s not a defeat, it’s the beginning of a new adventure for us, definitely bigger than Asia and the only place for me to start this adventure is near the Bomparolas, the Corradis, the friends we have made over the years and over the countries in Europe.
I had time to reflect on the past 2.5 years, I had the chance to treasure the amazing memories and digest the hard bits, and God I feel blessed!
How lucky I have been to be sent here, to be living and experiencing such a different, rich and diverse culture. Who would have ever imagined that I would have the chance to see so many faces, to meet so many lives and to see so many stars in the night sky!
I’m truly grateful to life for this time and although with eyes full of tears, I can only smile to fate and say thank you!
