Where I am

I’m not really one for plans. If you’d asked me a year ago where I’d be today, I’d likely have told you “exactly where I always am”.

I’ve surprised a few people by getting over to London, and staying – not least of all myself. London had always been on my radar, but after years of saying it’s something I have to do, I figured it was destined to become something I wish I had done.

There really was little rational thinking in my decision to finally make the journey. Upon learning that a friend would be late for drinks, I turned to the net to investigate potential frequent flyer flights lest I’d have to face an extra half hour of work. Sure enough, one solitary flight was available (to London via New York, due to a wedding in Mexico). In a rather capricious move, I booked it. And that was that. I was moving to London. No visa. No money. No plan.

I’m still not sure how I pulled it off. I’ve recently learned the concept of synchronicity, which I think is a nice way to explain those three months of adrenalin-charged To Do lists. Basically synchronicity implies that when you choose a course for yourself, the universe will give you a high-five and a packed lunch to keep you going along the way. It sometimes even gives you a piggy-back when things gets tough. I’d like to think that my getting here is proof that the universe really is rooting for me.

I still haven’t figured out why exactly I’m here. It’s a melting pot of reasons I suppose. Of course it’s to see more of Europe (I’m Australian after all). And yes, it’s to get some international experience. I’d also take a bet that it’s a bit of escapism too. But each day I’m tuning into a feeling that perhaps the reason I’m here is to get myself totally and utterly lost.

I’m at that quarter-life crisis age (I’m being a little generous), where I’m not too keen on where I’m heading and I haven’t really loved where I've been. And with the big 3-0 coming up (I’m totally at peace with it) it’s time to do something about it.

So I’m here. To get lost. I know that sounds a few pence short of a pound, but not knowing where to go somehow seems to be a good way of finally getting some clear direction.

I don’t know where I’ll be in six months, let alone another year. Suddenly, 2010 holds a surplus of possibilities, and the only thing I know is that I don't intend to be where I always am.

So I’ll keep you posted on how I’m going. (I’ll also post a few observations on my time in the European Union. They really can be very amusing here). And maybe you can remind me every now and again that I need to keep pushing myself. It's all very well to talk about how wonderful possibilities are from the safety of my laptop, but the truth is, it's also downright scary.

So far I'm doing ok. I’ve booked in some travel. I’m writing a script. I’m finally seriously considering the merits of loving what I do, versus simply being 'well-paid'.

Oh yeah, and I’ve started a blog.