485 days…

I’m going to apologize in advance for talking about Australia too much on this blog.  I have always had an adoration for the country, and spending 8 months there made me love it even more.  And now that I’m going back, I can’t stop thinking about it.  Seriously.

Today I was at lunch with some co-workers, and one of the waiters had an accent that we couldn’t fully place.  I thought he sounded like he was from New Zealand, but another thought he was from Australia (we didn’t have a chance to confirm).  So that got us started talking about the trip I have in the works.  And then our intern noted that she’d heard of people having a calling to a country, a place that they feel like they should live, and I wondered to myself – could this be the case?  Am I meant to live in Australia?

I certainly wouldn’t turn down the opportunity should it arise, that’s a given.  The rest of the afternoon I’ve wondered if anyone else has a calling to one particular location, or an inexplicable feeling about a place?  Where was it? And what did you do about it?

For now, I’m going through old emails sent to family and friends, wishing I were back in one of the most amazing places I’ve ever lived.

Bondi Beach – New South Wales, Australia (October 2003)