My life has been an absolute whirlwind the last two months.
I arrived back in Canada on February 27th. On March 5th, I was on a plane to Orlando. A week later, I was flying to Hawaii. Ten days later, back to Canada. Ten days, Salt Lake City. One week, back to Hawaii. And now, my Hawaii stay has been extended three weeks. And three weeks after that return, I'll be heading back to the UK for a visit.
This is not what I was hoping for or expecting when I got home. I knew there would be a Hawaii trip in there somewhere, but not right away.
I thought I'd have time to catch my bearings, perhaps adjust to the time zone, and figure out what I was going to do with myself.
This has not happened, but I think there were other purposes in me coming home when I did as well as constantly being on the move
. There are several things that don't need to be gone in to detail here, but they are definitely part of it.
It hasn't been all smooth sailing. I have broken down a couple of times, missing my life and friends in Wales, wishing I knew more clearly why I'd come back.
But never once have I regret it. Get frustrated, definitely, but regret, no.
I'm here for a reason, it just hasn't been fully realized yet.
