Not all those who Wander are Lost

 I've often been accused of running away from my problems because I get restless with the mundane routine of life in one spot. In some respects I guess this could be true for some but I prefer to see a change of scenery as a way to open your eyes to the wonder of the world and it puts seemingly large stresses in to perspective.

Yes it's hard to leave loved ones, pets and the comfort of the known for new pastures but when I experience my inner growth through travel it makes it worthwhile.

Every time I travel it humbles me, enhances my respect for other cultures, and broadens my knowledge; can that really be a bad thing?

Don't get me wrong, even though this blog sounds all fairies and rainbows it has taken me a long and exhausting road to get here. As I embark on my new adventure in London I reflect on how my life has changed over the last couple of years; from getting divorced, hitting emotional rock bottom and ending up in hospital, to solidifying some of the strongest friendships I've ever had. I often wonder why my life has been so volatile and why I couldn't just have a smoother life like some people; but being in London makes me realise how blessed I truly am to be able to travel and experience this.

It's time to embrace my life and appreciate that life is going to be filled with trials and tribulations but it's about nurturing the tiny flower blossoming through the cracks.

I may be wandering but I'm certainly not lost.