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.

I am wondering if this is the start of the bit of my life where I seriously think about what  I REALLY want not what I THINK I should want.

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.