I have been asked this question more times than I can count. In different forms.  “When do you plan to stick to one place?” “Why can’t you just be here?” Not always in words. A subtle shake of the head – left to right, despair. At times eyes lifted skywards and rolled. A shocked emoji.

I will admit here. I smile smugly within myself when I see/hear these reactions. I will probably brush off the question with practised ease but within me I will be howling with laughter. I would then marvel at the world. I still find it amazing how different people are.

As I prepare myself for Move 3, I know I am making a choice. No one forced my hand. I could have easily picked comfort and permanence. I am choosing not to. I don’t like standing at the shore watching the lake. I like attempting to balance on the surfboard on rough seas. I am lucky that the family seems to like the same.

Yes, the unknown is scary. Uncertainty is undoubtedly hard. I crib about it often but I seem to prefer it to the known and the familiar. I hate the thought of being grounded. I don’t know why I am wired this way. I like it and I am glad I have an opportunity to do exactly what I want.

I am moving again. Another 2 years at a new destination. Time to push myself into try things I won’t otherwise try. I may fail. I may hate it but I sure am not going to stop trying. I am addicted to this expat lifestyle. I won’t change a thing in my life right now.

A new beginning awaits