I moved to Portland Oregon-large city, walked everywhere, saw some interesting things.
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| Side note the pictures of Portland and Sydney are not mind, I found them online |
Now I am living in Sydney Australia- seeing another World, walking everywhere, being amazing at how beautiful different cultures really are. So if I am living the dream then:
Why am I sad?
Why is this not really what I want?
What is wrong with me?
These are the questions I got to thinking about, then I realized...
I am NOT sad, I am missing family and friends
Sure this is not what I want but it took me coming here to figure that out.
Nothing is WRONG with me, I am soul searching!
Sitting back looking out into the city drinking tea (that is what they do around here is drink hot tea) and thinking long and hard about what it is I really want. Or maybe I should I say what I want next.
Maybe it is because I am getting older or maybe it is because my mind is always wondering, whatever it is my next plan of action is slowly coming together.
Now I know it will be a few years before I can open up my own shop, but in the mean time I want to live in a medium size city (Sydney is too big for me, so that means New York is out), a full time job in a bakery or pastry shop, have a one bedroom apartment with decent sized kitchen to practice my baking (so I will need volunteers to take the tasty treats from me), a space for me to work with my photographs, and be able to go on hikes for great photo opportunities. Maybe that is a lot I don't really know.
I am going to research cities in the USA and find one that suits my fancy for these needs. Depending where it is I will probably invest in a Vespa for getting around, more than likely this new destination will not be as walkable as Portland was.
I will find a baker/ Pastry Chef job and that, my friends, is my ticket to the next adventure.
