My moving around is a result of a string of unforscene circumstances that keep coming my way - not by choice (at least not all of them!)
It was fun at first, then I had enough once my baby came, but, now, like I said in my first post, I've embraced it and have accepted this as my life right now. No nice house with a picket fence for me anytime soon!
I've made some great connections and have learned to find the positives in every place I go
I'm semi nomadic; been in over 50 countries in the past 9 years, and even though I have "settled down" and rented a house in Australia for the past 15 months, I've been away four times during that time. once to a rainbow gathering for a month, once to another rainbow gathering in new zealand, a 3 month trip to asia, and we just went 1200mi north to visit someone for a few weeks.
I can't help myself. even when I'm "settled down" I can't keep still
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