As a wandering traveler, I have become a little too good at making changes. I mean drastic changes, and not only that, they happen quickly. From one day to another, sometimes one hour to another I can decide on quitting a job, quitting a course, ending one relationship or another, sometimes friendships, that I realized way back in the past just took more than they gave. Usually the quick, sometimes irrational decisions, grow out from long hours of contemplation, sometimes it’s just the thrill of something new that imposes them.
My friend Julia and I landed late at night on 18th of August 2015. Our fourth five hours long flight was exactly that; long. It had taken us from LA and across the water over to the remote piece of land on which Hilo is located. Despite the final flight being one of the shortest, it felt the longest.
Studying abroad, third stage international student.
When having lived in the UK for four years, the time when going abroad to study as part of my degree programme had come. What motivated me to keep my grades up through the first and the second year was that I had set my mind to applying for the exchange programme as part of my university course.
Following my previous post about my one year long stay in hostels in Edinburgh (in 2011-2012), I will here write about where life took me next.
I thought I’d be a good idea to write a kind of factual, briefly descriptive and detailed timeline with what I’ve been up to since my ‘disappearance’ from Sweden in 2009.
The time finally came, when the need for comfort came to outweigh the desire for adventure.
One of the best advice I have ever been given is to change the circumstances in life whenever they stop making you happy. Of course, sometimes we do need to do things we don’t want but when what we do start to fully consume us and kill our sense for creativity and all we stand for, then, I’d argue, it is time to make a change.
This is something I have always stood by, but almost lost track of during the past few months.