I’m honestly not sure if I love living in Melbourne, or hate it.
I feel burnt out and refreshed at the same time. I love the independence and anonymity, but I miss my friends and family. I’m feeling so on fire for Jesus and I’m in such a good place spiritually, but I keep avoiding going to church. As Katelyn pointed out to me the other day, I’ve had more existential crises in the past 6 months, but a number of people are remarking that I seem ‘happier’. I don’t know.
I understand you almost 100% and I know those feels. The life of moving away.
It was 2 months yesterday.
I always need people more than they need me.