Get up and go.

Sometimes, I wonder whether I do the things I do for the right reasons.

 

Who knows, they might be the wrong reasons.

 

And no, I'm not talking about any one particular thing, specifically. I'm just talking about things that I've done in the past and the things that I do now and even the things I've done in future. I sometimes seriously question the frame of mind that I'm in when I'm doing it.

 

And funnily enough, the whole idea of me wanting to up and go and move all the way to a foreign country makes me ponder about why I'm doing this in the first place and what I'm hoping to get out of this.

 

One of the many reasons that lead to me wanting to move is the want for a change. I want a change. I want something different. I want something thrilling and different and foreign and scary and mind-boggling and anxiety inducing and something completely out of my comfort zone because I think I've become too complacent. Especially in Wangas.

 

Wangas does not promise me much but it promises me enough. I mean, the only reason why people have told me that they would stay in Wangas is because they're either from thereabouts or they're married/looking to marry and settle down. I'm neither. I don't fit in any of those boxes.

 

Although, living has been all right thus far. Apart from my job that I completely despise and the lack of a nightlife and good dancing facilities, its okay. Rent is cheap. Living is cheap. Working is convenient. Dancing is all right. It satisfies what itch I have to get up and dance more often. But not quite as much as I would like, unfortunately. But its enough. It does the job. And due to the fact that I'm the sort of chilled out, laidback kind of guy, I actually don't really mind this. Yeah, sure. I've hit the ceiling with my salsa. There's only so much dancing that happens within the town. Ballroom is a drag and when I quit about 3 to 4 weeks ago, I breathed a sigh of relief and wondered why I didn't do it sooner. My paltry ceroc is abysmal and what little of it that I've done has continued to go downhill and I'm just messing around on the dancefloor now. I'd hate to go to a ceroc party and actually dance ceroc again for real.

 

So I'm looking for a change.

 

When I initially moved to Wangas, I was looking for all the above criteria that I mentioned. Something different. Thrilling (I'm not sure what frame of mind I was in!) and foreign and scary and mind boggling and anxiety inducing (I got a lot more than I bargained for!) and completely out of my comfort zone (you can say that again.) But I've gotten used to it and the scary thing? I can actually see myself getting used to it. Settling down. Getting stuck in good ole' Wangas.

 

Ew.

So I'm breathing. And I'm breaking the habit.

 

I'm getting outta here.

 

Its 1.47a.m. in Brisbane and I'm going to grab some grub and then nap at my terminal. The couches here are sooo comfy. +D