Several months have lapsed since my last post – the day I got the news that my boyfriend (love of my life for 11 years if you can believe it) was finally granted a visa to live and work in New York City. Facing so much monumental change, I was paralysed. Most life altering moments hit you like a bolt from the blue before you’re able to grasp the magnitude of their importance, but this decision had been on our minds and in our hearts for two long years.
They say everybody has three vital anchors in this life: their home, their job and their relationship. If one is severed we learn to cope, but lose two or even three and we’re in for very a rough ride indeed. I’m about to spend the coming months with only one anchor to steady me, but I’m hoping the storm clouds gathering on the horizon will eventually culminate in a very rare gift – the freshest of slates.
I’ve never been a person who can go with the flow very easily when it comes to setting those vital anchors in place, so the next year is going to break me and reshape me in a multitude of ways. I’ve pictured every possible scenario, from the ideal to the catastrophic, but risks are what life is made of, so for once I’m going to surrender to serendipity and see what the universe has in store for me. I’ll use this opportunity to focus on all the things I’ve dreamed of but never had the chance to do: write a novel, do a yoga teacher training course, take ukulele lessons from a hipster in Brooklyn, make a documentary.
Anything could happen. The skyline’s the limit…
