When I was 21, I moved to Ireland. Being 21, it was not a considered decision. My good friend was moving home and asked if I would like to come and live in Ireland with her. I said yes immediately.
I left my job, sold my car, packed up my belongings and without hesitation upped sticks and got on the boat to Ireland. It was the most impulsive thing that I had ever done and the best thing I have ever done.
We stayed in Ireland six months, before deciding to move again to Jersey. I remember at the time feeling like I was a petal on the wind, going wherever the wind decided to take me. I did not want to put down roots anyway. If someone had offered, they could have put me in a parcel and shipped me off to Australia and I would have agreed.
Sadly, for this petal, my journey began and ended in Ireland. Hopping from country to country, even when you are working, involves money. I set off for Ireland with no savings and despite getting a full time job there, I did not have the funds to go to Jersey. My friend left, and I went back to England.
At the time I swore that I would make enough money and then join my friend in Jersey. It did not happen. I was offered a better job back at at my old firm and starting working my way up the ranks. Comfortable and a regular paycheck, along with the typical many nights out of a 21 year old meant no savings.
Do I have regrets? No. I don't believe in regrets, it is a fool's game. I am now in a great position at the firm I went back to, I have had some great times and I am happy. I believe everything happens for a reason and therefore, perhaps Jersey was not meant for me.
Now though, at 38, my feet has begun to itch again. I wrote recently about wanting to take a trip to Barcelona on my own. I want to go, experience the city, sit by the harbour with a glass of wine and nothing else but my thoughts and do so comfortable in my own skin.
Everything in my life is in flux at the moment. I know that I am going to be making changes over the next few years, positive ones that will move me forward with my life and more travel, is definately one of the changes that I want to make.
Sadly, for this petal, my journey began and ended in Ireland. Hopping from country to country, even when you are working, involves money. I set off for Ireland with no savings and despite getting a full time job there, I did not have the funds to go to Jersey. My friend left, and I went back to England.
At the time I swore that I would make enough money and then join my friend in Jersey. It did not happen. I was offered a better job back at at my old firm and starting working my way up the ranks. Comfortable and a regular paycheck, along with the typical many nights out of a 21 year old meant no savings.
Do I have regrets? No. I don't believe in regrets, it is a fool's game. I am now in a great position at the firm I went back to, I have had some great times and I am happy. I believe everything happens for a reason and therefore, perhaps Jersey was not meant for me.
Now though, at 38, my feet has begun to itch again. I wrote recently about wanting to take a trip to Barcelona on my own. I want to go, experience the city, sit by the harbour with a glass of wine and nothing else but my thoughts and do so comfortable in my own skin.
Everything in my life is in flux at the moment. I know that I am going to be making changes over the next few years, positive ones that will move me forward with my life and more travel, is definately one of the changes that I want to make.
