This may be pre-empting a little bit but I am actually quite excited. Finally, a "real end" in sight. In 8 days, I make my 7th year anniversary in Hong Kong. When I first moved, 7 years was a number in my head. It was the "longest" that my mind committed to stay. After all, when I first calculated it, I was going to be 30 by the time I hit that mark and well, I was hoping life would have changed.
The Short 7 Years
Year 1 - Did everything touristy, hung out with AIESEC, lived and breathed my traineeship like any intern would.
Year 2 - Extension and new job
Year 3 - 5 - Worklife was a blur. In between gaining 20 pounds, crazy hours, being trained and retrained without even knowing it. Drinking the Kool-Aid. I forgot myself.
Year 6 - I got tired. I realized I've been neglecting myself. Found love. Found barre. Found out that there's more to life. Got really edgy. When ? When? When? Got really antsy.
Year 7 - I turned 30. I have decisions to make and a heart to follow. Thankful for the experience, but could be ready to move on. No bitterness. A lot of convenience. A lot of fear. I have changed. Home has changed. Where is home?