I didn’t want to miss a month…
One of my best friends move to London a few weeks ago. She has packed her life into a backpack and is now touring around Europe and making my early morning facebook new feeds perfect food for the travel bug.
That, combined with the fact that a large part of my happiness seems to have stayed away on Christmas holidays and has not returned this year, has made the last few weeks quite strange. I am missing the part of me that used to wake up in the morning and be excited for what the day has to offer. Instead I have this part that feels like everything is a routine, that I shouldn’t settle and that I should be out there somewhere exploring everything and pushing out the edge of my comfort zone.
Something deep inside me is insanely restless.
To think, that my friend who is now out making the world her oyster, wouldn’t even eat Asian food a few years ago.