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)

Interesting! You know I can’t shut up about Cork, Ireland. I think I’m supposed to live there again. I still don’t know why I ever left and get back as much as possible. I’m going to Spain in October and I’m considering a quick stop back in Cork for a day or two to visit friends. Mind you a “quick stop” is me flying to Dublin then driving 3 hours to Cork to stay 24-36 hours to driving back to Dublin to fly to Atlanta. Is it worth it? I think so, but that place has completely captured my heart.