Mum said something to me the other day. She said that this year was not my year. This year things had not gone to plan and that I needed to be careful.
It's true. This year things haven't gone to plan as I had hoped. Plan A is the dream that I want but more often than not, I find myself having to be happy with plan B. That is where I find myself at the moment.
Plan B.
In my dream, Zoe and I would move to Doha together. We'd start our new adventure together, face adversity together, explore together and just share our lives together. Plan A isn't going to happen so instead I have to settle and be happy with Plan B. It's not all that bad really and I am so forever grateful to my mum who is so willing to change her life for me.
So it looks like I will be facing the new adventure alone...for the time being. Zoe is going to be staying behind for a couple of months while I go and face the strange, unfamiliar country of Qatar on my own. It's going to be lonely without Zoe but I am going to embrace it with all I have and try to enjoy the time t myself because once Zoe is with me, watch out Qatar!!
Time left in Australia: 12 days, 6 hours, 38 minutes and 42 seconds
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Thursday, March 29, 2012
Friday, March 9, 2012
No more excuses
The countdown timer on my clock tells me that I have 32 days, 15 hours, 16 minutes and four seconds left of life in Australia. Time has been ticking by way too quickly and in a couple of days time, I will hit the thirty day mark. Where has the time gone?
In a way, I still feel like I am in denial of this happening. Anyone coming in to my place will not think that I am packing up life and moving. It's just the same old place minus a few things. I have pulled things out of cupboards, only to put them back again and I have moved things from one corner of the house to another. To date, I have only managed to pack one box and I keep telling myself, how can I pack up my life when I still need to live it for the next four weeks?
Procrastination. That's what it is. That's why I am sitting at the computer writing this blog.
In a way, I still feel like I am in denial of this happening. Anyone coming in to my place will not think that I am packing up life and moving. It's just the same old place minus a few things. I have pulled things out of cupboards, only to put them back again and I have moved things from one corner of the house to another. To date, I have only managed to pack one box and I keep telling myself, how can I pack up my life when I still need to live it for the next four weeks?
Procrastination. That's what it is. That's why I am sitting at the computer writing this blog.
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