I was just sitting with my colleagues today and they were talking about going abroad for work and one thought just hit me.. Nothing is keeping me here. Couple years ago I went to England for three months for work, but I had to go back to finish my studies. But it was awesome! On my own, finally. I even met a lot of friends there, awesome and kind people. I immediately became more confident and open, even I was surprised. It’s like a different world out there. I am talking like I’m living at the end of the world. No, no. Life was easier then, there. Maybe it’s only because everything was so new and shiny and pretty and England charmed me. I don’t know, but I miss this. I would love to go back there one day, that would be perfect. So about that thought: I don’t have my own family, no one, I have a decent job, I live with my parents and I have no prospects for my own apartment. Ok, I will stop right here. I am not going anywhere, yet. But that thought was so intense.. Maybe I’m just tired. Maybe I’m frustrated. Maybe I need something new. Wow, there’s a lot of maybe. I am one undecided woman. I’ll just leave it there. I don’t want to think about it right now. I dream, I need to, I want to..