Gypsy

I'm moving...again. For the eight millionth time? This time...it'll stick. Let's see how many people have called me a gypsy? Ok maybe it won't...
Island hopping to Oahu. A part of me feels like I must be having some sort of quarter life crisis and therefore making reasons to up and move my entire life from the Big Island is a good idea. However, the rational part of me, knows that I need to do this, for myself - educationally, financially, emotionally, etc.

So, why am I not jumping for joy??
Probably because I worry too much (thanks dad) :). This time around (of the countless times Ive moved) I think I've done an ok job of planning.

I keep going over the details in my head to make sure everything is pau, but it doesn't ease the suffering of my worrying brain.

This time around, I've done it smart and shipped all my stuff over on the barge. It was an interesting experience and now that all of my stuff is gone (again), I feel like I'm on vacation.
When I first moved here I didn't have anything but a duffle bag...the only difference is, now I have two kitties.

The other day I was thinking back to when I was first planning my "big move" to Hawaii all those years ago and my first initial place was Oahu. For some reason, I chose this little dirt road, and while I've loved the soul searching adventure it's put me on, I can't believe I'm moving back to Oahu...where I was originally thinking in the first place.

So many other things in my life have come full circle as of late...
School. School/career/work has been a hazy mess of quandaries and obstacles these last few years. I went so far off the track as far as where I "should have gone" and went where I "thought I wanted to go" - two very different paths in life...

Everything comes full circle...



I'm learning that life isn't suppose to be so painful and when it is, some things just need to change. IE: moving to Oahu...

I might be a gypsy at heart, but at least this gypsy is alive...