The Valley is quiet as I sit here tapping at my computer. Traffic’s humming in the background as the afternoon heat permeates through the house. One year on from my life changing jump into the great unknown, it feels strangely ironic to be back where I started from.
The endless grid streets, busy freeways and burning sun.
And really the only good thing about being back is the warmth of the friends I haven’t seen in so long.
The last 12 months have been ups, precipitous downs and dark moments of self doubt. Had I done the right thing? Had I thrown everything I had, which was so much away for a foolish dream?
To be honest I know not where I’m going in life, the stability of a corporate way of life is combating a crazy desire to become a divemaster and spend my time in boats and dragging tanks.
But the reality is that I’m trying not to care. I’ve landed on my feet many times all over the world. I have some of the most important elements in life right now. The dry-zone trips that I love.
The dives into the ethereal blue that has captured my heart and mind.
And most importantly, perfection in a pair of brown eyes and ethereal beauty.
I’m only here for three weeks but I already ache to go home, to life and love on that crazy, hazy island.
12 months on and life is as good as it gets.
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