Dreams

I’m living a dream. It’s a dream that I have harboured since Grade 4 when I first learned of Australia. As we looked at pictures of duck-billed platypus’ and kangaroos in our school room, I knew that one day I wanted to visit this strange country that was so far away.

Now I’m here, and something just doesn’t seem right. Don’t get me wrong, I’m absolutely loving it, and it truly is a place that I will always cherish. But there’s just something. It took me a long time to figure out what it was that was nagging at me, but then I received an email from back home. From one of my dearest and closest friends, and it hit me. I’m not sharing my dream with anyone.
Sure I’m writing about it, and my friends and family get to view everything second hand through my pictures, but there’s no one here sharing my dream with me. And that truly makes the difference.

I’ve spent so many years searching for my dreams and trying to follow every single one. And I have had some amazing adventures, made wonderful friends, and have lasting memories from every experience. But the thing that I’ve been missing is my friends and family. Or maybe it’s just my family, because those friends back home really are part of my family.

So now I’ve realized that I want to be with them. I want to be near them when they go chasing their dreams. I want to experience all of the ups and downs of life with them. I’m not forgetting about all the dreams that I still cherish, and I’m not giving up anything. I’m merely realizing that being with my family is much more important and fulfilling than anything I could experience as I flit about trying to find what I want.
Don’t get me wrong I’m still going to be doing a fair bit of flitting around the world, but now I know where my home really is, and where I want to come back to.