For those of you who don’t know what I’m talking, the short version is basically that moi et The Boy were supposed to be moving to Australia (from Ireland) in February for a year, but after some ‘signs’, some negatives and poor family health, I was having a mild meltdown as to whether or not we should actually go.
We have arrived at the answer.
That answer is No, we are not longer moving to Australia.
However, after much discussion and snots and tears, we have devised a new plan.
A much better plan.
A plan that feels like THE plan, the RIGHT plan, the We’re Finally On The Right Life Road plan.
Myself and The Boy …..
….are moving in together!
If plans go to plan then by October, I will be all loved up with my lovely boy in our own little apartment (well our own little rented apartment)!
I’m too excited!
And then we’re applying for Canadian visas in December to keep our options open, so that we can move to Canada for three or so months next Septemeber/October, come home for Christmas, and then tour Europe for a couple of months.
But that part isn’t set in stone ….it’s more of a If We Still Feel Like Living Abroad For A While plan. And a darn good one at that.
And you see, I think this is what we were meant to do.
I’m a firm believer in signs and instincts, and while we were like Wooo Australia, it was more Wooo Travelling than Wooo Australia.
Except he was happy to be living abroad and with me, not living in Australia.
But this plan ….this plan has ‘clicked’, it feels right, I don’t feel anxious about it, I don’t feel like I’m battling doubts into the background.
I feel like I’ve finally arrived home after pottering around for the last 22 years and I have that warm, comfortable, safe, happy feeling in my belly when I think about it.
I really do think this is a fate thing.
You really have NO idea how COMPLETELY happy I am right now!
Even though a really mean PR lady has just treated me horribly and was nasty and pretty much said she was going to make a complaint about me for being unable to fulfil her unreasonable and frankly, stupidly impossible, request.