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Post Travel Rollercoaster

Not many people talk about the readjustment into "normal life" that you have to endure after travel. Probably because most travellers come back desperate for a pay cheque and follow the path that leads them to income.

I have a few extra pennies in the bank to give me the opportunity to get the "right job" (sometimes quote marks are required I am sorry!). And in my journey to get this illusive job I am finding that its like a damn roller coaster. I could throw in life in corporate life to make tailored dresses, I could go back to the BlackHole I left a year ago which sucked my will to live and left me heartbroken or I could walk the long lonely road to the career I can see is a good fit with my experience. 

Everyday I am troubled with the what next and as my Christmas deadline comes glaringly into sight I learn more about myself. How I want to learn more about Myanmar and the confining state that has captured my heart. How I question if living in London is the right place for me. How much time can be wasted being consumed by the what if? and when? and what is wrong with me? Even looking after my chicken poxed nephew had me feeling helpless...when really he usually puts everything in perspective. 

Then I pull myself up and remember the good things I can see in this world. The long walks, the museums, the friends I can surround myself with, the concerts I can enjoy, the beautiful city I live in, autumn leaves to kick (best done with a 2 year old so you don't look like the big kid you are)

I think this is all very normal for returning travellers and job seekers alike. Taking the leap of faith to follow your ambition is hard. I just have to stick to my plan - and if Christmas comes along then the game plan will change. 
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