Moving

10 days today I move to Sao Paulo, Brazil, for a year.

I've been wanting to write a post about how it feels to do this; to move away from everything you consider home, a comfort and safe. Each time I start to write I delete everything because I cannot put into words quite how I feel. I don't think I even understand how I feel.

I decided just under a year ago that this was what I wanted. I wanted to move to Brazil. I like travelling, I like new places and I speak Portuguese. 10 months down the line and the idea feels just as distant as it did back then. I think it goes down to the fact that it's something so far out of my comfort that I can't quite conceptualize it.

The most terrifying aspect about this move is the fact that with every decision we make comes responsibility. Sometimes it isn't just about wanting something, but it's about being willing to make the exceptional effort to make it happen. To let go of everything to make something happen.

In Portugal they have a saying that goes:

"Who thinks doesn't marry, who marries doesn't think" 

And I think that is what sums up my relationship with Brazil. When I decided to move there, I didn't think. I'm an idealist. Sometimes we just have to go with what feels right rather than listen to that fear driving our irrational thinking...