I’m sitting at Miami International Airport at the moment. It’s been almost six hours, and there are still two more hours to go until my one-way flight to London. I plan to go to Riga afterwards for a few weeks. And then I plan to do whatever I decide, which is, I guess, the beauty of life.
There’s this theory that life is divided into 2-year spans. In my case, I think, it is always every 3 years when my life changes completely or when something happens that I can label as “a very significant event”. (My favourite personal example is my piano “career” that I had when I was a kid: I participated in national piano competitions 3 times in my life, with 3-year gaps in between (in 2001, 2004, and 2007), and every single time I got 3rd place. If you tell me that this is just a coincidence, I’ll kill you.)
One of those “significant events” is happening right now again, at this very moment, which I want to capture by writing this post. It’s not about me leaving Ecuador after a 6-month expatriate experience (leaving, however, full of gratitude and love towards those people who were surrounding me all that time). It’s not about me graduating from university. It’s not even about me having my first serious relationship, which ended as beautifully as it started.
It’s about maturing. It’s about growing up. Saying good-bye to the little girl inside of me, and realising that here I am, standing on my own two feet, with no idea what to do with my life, being completely clueless about what awaits me in the future, and yet, feeling like I can do it no matter what.
I have no idea where I’m going, but with some guidance from my heart and some help from my brain, I know that I will find the right direction.
Happy travels, everybody, and see you soon, London!