I’m back in Houten again. I have been here for a week and a half taking care of three littles (aka two cats and one feisty kitten). I woke up the other day to a text informing me the pet/homeowners will arrive a week earlier than expected. The reason is legit, there aren’t any hard feelings. I take this as a welcome change in plans: with the unexpected news, who knows what next week will look like. Who knows just where I’ll be. Who knows what amazing people I will meet, or get to revisit. Who knows.
I get up to write, to apply for jobs, to research where in the world I’d like to be, but there is no internet. After a succinct 45-minutes of trying to reset the modem and calling the homeowners to figure out the lack of internet problem, it is determined a new modem is needed. I will be without internet for two days. I could go to a neighbour and ask for their WiFi password. I could. But I am challenging myself to make due without it. That or I’m practising extreme procrastination.
And without the distraction, I’m getting sh** done. I’m also figuring out next steps and dealing with the dull slightly gnawing panic that has been swimming in the pit of my stomach. I have to make some decisions. Do I come home? Home being Canada, though I don’t have a physical home. Not when I gave up my amazing, large, inexpensive, well situated, bright apartment in Toronto…
I am home-free.
Or, home-full – I have stayed in over a dozen homes. I don’t know. I suppose it depends on how you look at that proverbial glass: is it half full, or…?
Do I stay abroad? As a Canadian, I can only stay in the 26-Schengen states for 90-days. It’s a bogus time-constraint. But winter is indeed coming and I did not pack any warm gear. Yes, I bought a one-way ticket, and I did have a sneaking suspicion that I wouldn’t be ready to come home after three months. So why didn’t I prepare myself for the inevitable change of seasons? I don’t know. I’m still waiting on something to happen for it to all work out in my favour because I’m learning to follow my spirit.
Oh, wait. It sort of did.
Everything falls into place.
I have made plans to fly to Copenhagen for a few nights before I proactively remove myself from Schengen and fly to London (England is not a part of the Schengen agreement). There, I will be a roommate to my dear and longterm gal pal, Kim.
I started this journey with Kimberley. I may finish it with her too. I appreciate the poetic symmetry of the situation.
Kim has lots of clothes too. Warm clothes.
We shall see what unfurls during my time in England. This following-my-heart-passion-project-one-way-ticket adventure may seem reckless to some. Naive to others. And still, courageous to a few. But I keep in mind:
As I continue to listen in to the little whispers of my inner self, I grow in confidence in the choices I make.