My last post got me thinking a bit, I had moved.. but
what did that really mean?
I had moved out, of a flat I loved, and moved
into a new living situation into a fantastic house with a little 3 person
family who at that stage didn’t realise we would end up “adopting” each other
as part of that little family, which luckily we did… .
Unfortunately I had to move on again only months later for a new challenge that came along my path, with my boss offering me a job role in the Asia-Pacific region, which I just could not say no to, after having spent the previous year struggling with what was wrong with me, I now had a chance to move on from that..
Unfortunately I had to move on again only months later for a new challenge that came along my path, with my boss offering me a job role in the Asia-Pacific region, which I just could not say no to, after having spent the previous year struggling with what was wrong with me, I now had a chance to move on from that..
And with all that moving comes meeting new people and leaving others behind, close friends and family in Europe who couldn’t be happier for me, my ex who.. well, I suppose is happy to have gotten rid of me, but still happy things were moving in a positive direction
I have now moved to Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia and am looking to
settle here for the next couple of years, if not permanently.
With this move I have met, again, more people, and 1 or 2 people that seem to become very good and close friends, people that I hope will be part of my (Malaysian) life for a long time to come.
And its all this moving that made me think… I had come out
of my sickleave pretty positive, we finally knew what was wrong with my eyes, I
kicked my bout of depression, but then, my relationship ended.. 4yrs of being together with a person I loved
dearly ended… this could have brought me down crashing back to earth in no
time, but its these previously mentioned friends and family that prevented that
from happening, and although I was gutted and sad about it, it became a situation
of concentrating on all the people that were still in my life, all the love I had
felt from them during my bad spell, and was still getting from them, this in
itself helped me Move on, and it made me realise that, yeah, maybe being in a
relationship is what we all want, but don’t forget to value what’s around you
already…the support of my friends and family have made this year a positive one
for me and are responsible for me to be able to move on..… and its only sad that KC is the catalyst for
me to finally see that more clearly....(yes, pun intended)
I’m am off to Bali on holiday for a couple of days next week with one of the above mentioned new friends as a well- deserved break and treat to finish off this eventful year for me. I had also planned to do a bit of hiking with anther of my new friends in Malaysia itself, but unfortunately I had to cancel on that due to work commitments, but am sure we will do so at some point anyway…
I’m am off to Bali on holiday for a couple of days next week with one of the above mentioned new friends as a well- deserved break and treat to finish off this eventful year for me. I had also planned to do a bit of hiking with anther of my new friends in Malaysia itself, but unfortunately I had to cancel on that due to work commitments, but am sure we will do so at some point anyway…
I’m mentioning this as initially going on these trips slightly
freaked me out, as I’m still trying to identify how my eyes and RGP’s will
behave in certain situations.
I still regularly trip and stumble due to some irregular depth perception issues… how would that go during a proper hike? or even walking along a beach or something?.. .on my own it could be potential comedy, but because of friends its just another step in moving on….
I still regularly trip and stumble due to some irregular depth perception issues… how would that go during a proper hike? or even walking along a beach or something?.. .on my own it could be potential comedy, but because of friends its just another step in moving on….
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