It's funny how when we were in high school, we had these notions of what we were going to be and what our classmate would end up as. We'd make all these assumptions that the "not-so-famous" girl would end up in a dead end job and that the "famous barkada" had and will always have it all. We even got into bets on as to who would get pregnant or get married first.
During our graduation send-off, the prediction about me was that I'd be married with 30 children while running a successful catering business. My good friend's prediction was that she would always be a nomad, jumping from one place to the other. Some things did come true, well at least a portion of it.
I ended up getting married early. I ended up learning how to cook professionally and even doing some catering events. I also ended up teaching how to cook. But no, I did not (or have not) accumulate(d) 30 children at the moment. And I think that I ended up as the nomad. Now, my feet are itching to move again.
I realized that I can only stay in one place or do something routinely for a year. I go crazy afterwards. When I was a kitchen auditor, that was a little less than a year. When I went to Australia, just a year. Hats off to CSB where I lasted a year and a half. Now that I'm in Canada, only a month to my arrival's anniversary, I seem to have been feeling that "northern wind" again. (No wonder why I love the movie Chocolat so much. It's about chocolate and nomads.)
Last night I saw a post from my friend and what struck me was her location. I wanted to go there. So I searched for a map and located that city. To my surprise, it was NEAR. So near that it was pissing me off I couldn't even cross the border to that place. So near that I didn't need a plane to get there. So near that I wanted to get mad at my own situation here, trapping myself in this situation. But I guess it was my decision from the start after all. I feel like I've been leashed by a state. Aaaarrrggghhh. Typical nomad. Wanting to move even with no reason. I just want to move and see new places.
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