Wanderlusting

I want to move again. My friend, wanderlust, has resumed to kicking meh shin under the table telling me to budge. I thought I had my feet firmly planted in this company (and country), but the urge to pick up and relocate just won't go away.

Thing is, I know that wherever I go in this world there will always be office politicking, crappy people, and even crappier gender and racial issues. Still, for the nth time, I feel like I ought to be somewhere else. Like I know, there is a better place out there.

For now, I have to be contented with looking at possibilities and weighing pros and cons. That, and saving up for the next destination. It's not going to be as simple as before when I'd just pick up the phone and tell my Dad I want this and that, then let him worry about the hows and whens. Difficult as it is, I'm excited with the thought that this time around it's MY call and MY problem.

Nothing's holding me back, come to think of it, except my passion for this industry. And I intend to stay in this biz no matter where I end up. Hopefully, there'll be a chance elsewhere to continue this affair with events because, honestly, it's the love of my life!