My calendar reads “Monday, Pack boxes”, “Tuesday, Pack
boxes”, “Wednesday, Pack boxes”, … all the way to this
weekend.
I’m leaving London, it’s really happening. And although the
plan is for me to return after three months of living
abroad, I get the sense that I will want to stay away for
longer.
I don’t know what I’m going to find but I know I need to go
looking for it.
I’ve got this feeling that’s pulling at me hard away from
where I am and for the first time I’m giving it the reigns
and saying, “you know what? Yeah, let’s get out of here, who
cares!”
And today it started to feel real because I started putting
my possessions in boxes. The bulk of it will be my books,
clothes, electronics and a couple of generic white IKEA
furniture. The small hoard of a bachelor in the midst of the
first of many life-crises to come.
But this isn’t a crisis - the World is in crisis, I can’t
compare what ever – points to himself – this is to the
death of millions of people, the Government telling us to
stay away from each other, not to mention the other shit
that was already going on before a virus crippled entire
nations and the other stuff that has happened at the same
time.
What I know is that I need to stop working so hard before I
find myself 5 years into the same job having put a tonne of
energy into, leaving nothing else for “me”.
If over a year of therapy has taught me anything, it’s that
I need pay attention to the guy typing these words. He’s
pretty cool, done a bunch of work on himself this year and
he’s looking for the next thing. He doesn’t know what that
thing is yet or where it is, but he’s looking for it and I’m
proud of him for trying.
I know for a fact that this guy is exhausted from having
worked his socks off for an entire pandemic! Like a lot of
people, he’s feeling burned out and curious about what life
could be like somewhere other than the one room he felt like
he inhabited for the last 6 months.
Anyway, spoiler alert it’s me I’m typing this 😱
Oh, I didn’t brag about where I’m going yet, I’m going to
Switzerland!!
When I told my hairdresser this fact, he straight-up told me
that was the last place I needed to go and said it was
boring. And yeah, maybe he’s right but I don’t care because
I am proud that I made this decision and it is most
certainly not the end of my journey, just like London wasn’t
(although maybe one day it will be, I <3 this concrete/glass
sprawl).
If I decide I love Zurich and want to stay a bit more, then
I can probably do that! And if I want to leave and go
somewhere else or quit my job (I’ll be working remotely),
then I could also do that. Anything is possible!
I’m excited but also exhausted and ready to go and lay
around in snowy Switzerland for a bit.
And if I can’t because of Covid then I’ll just move to
Bristol and pretend it’s continental Europe.