I’m Moving From America and It’s The Best Decision I’ve Made
It’s a Sunday at 1pm in Atlanta. I’ve settled into a seat inside the Starbucks at the center of Barnes and Noble. The fresh aroma of coffee and books stimulate my senses. These hours alone have become my solitude while I hide from a crazy world. Soon my weekends will be spent on a beach, far far away.
There are roughly 6 weeks standing between me and my next adventure. Two short months of enjoying all the things “American” before I pack my bags to head to a forgein place. I will miss the familiarity of routine. The ease of driving from place to place relying only on muscle memory. Mainly, I will miss “fitting in” among the people who are the same as me.
I’ve only spoken of this decision to move across the world with those part of my inner circle. It’s a secret that I simultaneously want to shout from the rooftops while also keeping my lips sealed until moving day. Many moments and circumstances have added up to this next journey. I’m frightened with excitement for where this quest will lead.
The past few months have been confusing, lonely, and somewhat defeating. I’ve experienced the disappointment from a corporation that I thought would be a dream. My home was pulled out from under me and a safe environment finally became a priority. Nights were spent reflecting on the value from having a support system of family and friends. Stability has never been the goal until I arrived at the point where I needed it most. The world felt against me rather than the way it had always been on my side. I was angry with America, its people, and myself for being naive to what it wants from me.
I’d consider myself one of the most adaptable people in the world. Change is my middle name. I take pride in going with the flow and allowing an ever evolving path to guide my way. For the first time I held displeasure in my heart. Abandoning who I truly am, I let resistance hold me in place.
Until one day, I said f*** the plan and the man. I let go of control, of trying to be the ideal version of someone that I never was meant to be. When we find ourselves connected to our higher self and let our intuition speak, it often brings us to a better place than we could imagine. It took quitting my job, being forced to relocate and a heartbreak for me to understand how the universe was making space.
After backingpacking across the USA in the summer of 2020, I thought that I’d never love every single day the way that I did on that trip. The moment I decided to move to Australia, I was instantly overcome with joy. The emotion didn’t arise from a change of destination, but from the alignment within my soul.
Someone asked me why I want to move and how I picked Australia. My response? Because I’ve always wanted to and why not? We are in charge of setting our own agenda. We are in control of making our desires come true. While the rest of the society conforms to the traditional system, I’m breaking out. Consider me a rebel without a cause per say.
What is the goal I’m trying to achieve? I want to enjoy my days without worrying about how to pay rent from the little money that I make. To make new friends who have no desire to have kids and settle down. I want to kiss surfer boys with hot accents and take morning runs in the sand. To wake up with cold chills because I can finally say I did it. I took the biggest leap of faith. Here’s to doing all the things that I never would if I stayed in the same place.
