SHIFTING SANDS

This week, I feel like my life has started to shift again. I always think that things are constantly shifting slightly, but in subtle ways that you can't obviously see. But that every few months, a bigger change occurs which starts you off in a new path.

Everyone who knows me realises that I am having a hard time accepting that I have to leave France, and particularly all the friends I have here whom have become essentially my family. But on the other hand, I know that I have an amazing new life, job, marriage, city to look forward to when I get back to Oz. But this week I realised I had to take some time out and really look at what was going on around me, and to my surprise something shifted.

Sometimes you dread these shifts, because you know that nothing will ever be the same. This time for some reason, I am welcoming the change. Finally. It makes me want to come home, it makes me impatient to be with Daz again, it makes me long for summer (incidentally winter has arrived - it has been about 5 degrees and raining here every day this week).

But it still makes me want to pack everyone up and put them in my suitcase and take them with me.