Last year I moved half way across the world to experience living independently in another country. Now I am moving to a city, just over an hour away from home, but the move feels so much more significant.
My move last year was purely to facilitate my desire to travel and reconnect with family. This move is for me to take the next step in becoming an actual adult. Just the idea of it puts me on edge.
I have to find a job, attend uni, make new friends, maintain current friendships, pay bills, live in a new house, socialise and cook for myself. Calling it daunting is an understatement.
Travelling and escaping on some sort of spontaneous adventure now seems like such an easy thing to do.
God help me.