Year 7

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?