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Itchy feet

Is it running away or looking for something new that makes people move?

I am sure most people are familiar with a scenario like this: you are on holiday, enjoying the sunshine and the thought crosses your mind that maybe this is what life should be like all the time. In my mind, this thought is then quickly followed with a daydream of giving up the jobs we've had for the last few years, selling up and moving countries to settle into a new life of sunshine and fun, with the minor details of a job and other boring practicalities a small side note or afterthought.

Very realistic, it's not. Nevertheless, it does make me think about how easy it is to tick along in our day to day life without questioning whether this is how we would choose to live if we had a clean slate.

I currently quite like my life. It's easy, comfortable and familiar. If someone could guarantee it will stay like this then I would sign up for that. I could do with more sun, as where we live a few sunny days make up summer, but it's a minor complaint. My main worry in life is the uncertainty of the future; the political instability and security threat is increasingly worrying to me. This would be the real reason why a life elsewhere seems like an opportunity to feel safer, as well as warmer. Get out before it goes sour, if you will.

With this in my mind, I started thinking about whether I am looking for something new/better or whether I am running away from a feared future picture I have painted in my own head.

It's probably a mixture of both. 'Living the dream' is not what I am looking for as I am realistic enough to see that the grass isn't always greener on the other side of the world - I can't think of a place that would feel completely safe to me. However, it's tempting to think that a move would leave behind a lot of the things weighing on me currently, as well as bringing some excitement and sunshine.

So should I stay or should I go? Currently undecided.




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