This time I didn’t say what if.
Because I did.
Too long in a comfort zone I needed to escape from.
And so I jumped (or maybe drove) straight into the unknown.
Now I’m back on this roller coaster of feelings.
Am I crazy?
Why do I do this to myself?
I miss everything back home.
But gosh—thank you, Elena, for leaving once again.
180° life changes are my favorite addiction.
The drug that sometimes sleeps inside of me… until it decides to wake up again.
To live like a hippie for a few weeks.
To stay flexible.
To stop obsessing over time and perfection.
To live the life I always want—the one routine tries to make me forget.
I’d be lying if I said I didn’t miss home.
But this is the best thing I could have done for myself, right now.
And now? I crave even more for next year.
Because yes—it’s going to hurt.
But it will also bring huge growth inside of me.
or will at least bring the old Elena back once again. And hopefully this time will stay.
And maybe, just maybe, this time I’ll finally see clearly and admit:
Happy hippie travel farm life.
I don’t want to play the “new modern life” game anymore.
