I have been suffering an existential crisis since I returned from Europe back in June.
Since then, I have been experiencing travel withdrawal in its severest form. Iâ€™ve made a million travel plans, and Iâ€™ve revised them. Iâ€™ve scoured the Internet for hours, wasting time, finding ways to travel. Iâ€™ve driven everybody absolutely freaking nuts. I find myself restless, depressive, and under-stimulated. I am uninspired, unmotivated. My hair is falling out. My FREAKING HAIR is falling out.
Life, my friends, has gotten boring. And with the winter months looming over me like a schoolmarm with a ruler in her hand, and as the days get a little colder, Iâ€™m finding it harder and harder to get out of bed in the mornings.
Itâ€™s not that I donâ€™t love living in Newfoundland, or that I donâ€™t enjoy my friends and family, or I donâ€™t appreciate the fact Iâ€™m alive and healthy and self-employed. I will always be actively involved in the Newfoundland travel community. Always.
Itâ€™s just that if I donâ€™t do it now, WHEN WILL I?
So in spring of 2015, Iâ€™m packing up my belongings, sending Bella the cat home to live with my parents, and Iâ€™m moving to Berlin, Germany. Iâ€™ve been practicing my German. Itâ€™s really goddamned hard.
And then are the other things.
So, my tentative plans: Leave St. Johnâ€™s in the spring, and participate in a volunteer archaeological dig of a Roman city in Menorca, Spain. The trip includes a jaunt over to Italy to explore Rome and Pompeii. Itâ€™s a whopping $3k expenditure, but this will help me to determine whether or not I want to pursue archaeology as a career. I am profoundly in love with the ancients.
From there: a vacation, perhaps for 20 days in India or Indonesia, or whatever opportunity arises. I am literally open to everything. ANYTHING. ALL THINGS.
And then: a move to Berlin, where Iâ€™ll be in central Europe and able to explore all the infinite travel possibilities open to me. Iâ€™ve been searching flights from Berlin to â€œeverywhereâ€ on Skyscanner, and itâ€™s marvelous. Also: The Yacht Week in Greece. Who wants in?
And wherever I am in the world, I welcome all visitors. Since Iâ€™ve started casually talking about this move, Iâ€™ve had a dozen friends and bloggers say theyâ€™ll see me in Berlin. The world is small.
I hope you’ll follow me in this “arduous” process of moving to Germany. It’ll be a learning experience, and I would love for you to be there to witness my foibles and my ongoing baldness.
SETTING INTENTIONS. Sending happy vibes out into the universe. Lifting unnecessary burdens. FREEDOM.