Here

27 Dec 2017

Here

I actually thought that this would happen much faster: by missing a plane. A friend recently did exactly that. I covet her decisiveness.

But even without the final-call drama, it's suddenly very clear what's going to happen. I'm staying here.

I've always been bad at clean breaks and this will be no exception. With family at both ends, we are constrained into spending a lot of time on planes in any case. But we'll reverse gravity, spending most of our time in Adelaide, with biannual London trips.

This is still only what one of my mentors would call a 'wet cement' decision, and like everything else, it's an experiment. We might go crazy with boredom and isolation. We might be completely unable to find work that we want to do. We might find that living full-time in the suburbs is very different to an annual beachfront holiday.

We don't have an implementation timeline yet. Certainly not in 2018. For now, it's enough to finally be able to silence the constantly questioning voice in the back of my head. Like every major decision I've made, it's taken a very, very long time.

But I've finally figured it out, and all it took was ten years of annual flights.

Or perhaps it was just one long coastal run under bright blue skies, listening to Aussie rapper Briggs put it better than I could:

When they ask me where I'm from

I say here

When they ask me where I'm going

I say here

When they ask me where I belong

I say here

When they ask what I'm dreaming of

I say here