I'm Procrastinating Packing
I’M IN MALTA!
Well, not really. I’m writing this before I leave, but when you’re reading it, I’LL BE IN MALTA!
I’m so excited. There’s something about a country that I’ve never been to gets me all nervous and beyond excited. Obviously I love travelling but it feels different now. I spend a lot of time wondering if my life as an expat is just a permanent vacation. I love living in Ireland, but at the end of the day… I mean, things lose a bit of magic when you’re settled. It feels a bit weird complaining that I need a vacation, because like, haven’t I been on one for a year and a half now?
I would love to be the type of person who drops everything and just travels the world for years and years. No permanent address, no expectations. I always thought I’d be one of them. Take it from someone who’s done six months of constant travel, it’s a whole different kind of difficult. Between burnout and budgets it’s tough to feel like you’re doing more than just going place to place, destination to destination.
Whether we agree that expat life or not is a vacation, we can all agree on one thing:
Packing is the worst.