I’m still alive and kicking.
Believe you me, I thought that I would have packed my car and ran for the hills by now. Moving to a new city is hard. Incredibly hard. The idea of moving here just seemed so natural and like an obvious choice for me. I was so focused on the opportunities that I could get in Auckland that I didn’t stop to think how emotionally draining this could be.
Well, I’m here to say that moving to a new city is absolutely terrifying and that I am beyond grateful for the handful of people I know here. They have made the last couple of days that little bit better. In fact, I woke up yesterday morning feeling excited about being here and I was actually motivated to get out of bed. If that isn’t a change for the better, then I don’t know what is.
I had lunch with a friend a couple of days ago and he has put a lot of things in perspective for me. He offered me little pieces of insight that I needed to hear and I am so, so grateful that I had the chance to see him. I think he is partially responsible for my new and improved mood. Of course this is going to be hard. I just changed everything about my life that I know. I got rid of all the ‘comfortable’ aspects of my life and replaced them with new and uncertain moments. Things aren’t going to fall into place overnight or in the first couple of weeks. I’m going to hit stumbling blocks and I’m 100% sure that the feeling of wanting to go home is going to resurface…and that isn’t a bad thing.
Things take time.
I just have to take a deep breath and enjoy this moment. Every moment.