It’s been a little over 3 weeks since I moved and I’m dealing with a lot of grief. I would say I’m in the denial stage at the moment, but slowly coming out of it. The fun and excitement of something new has been interweaved with the realities of getting settled, feeling homeless, carless, jobless…and often feeling alone. I’ve done this before and I know it will pass, but what seems most challenging is adjusting to a new reality. My life at the moment does not include daily surf sessions, gorgeous weather every day and a life full with amazing friendships. I am in the middle of a city, feeling slightly trapped and lost. How I spend my days will differ for now. What I value is being outside, nature and friends – I know that awaits me, perhaps just not at the moment. I can and will find that again it may just look different.
I try to tell myself this is part of the transition process and to take it day by day. I am not where I want to be and I’m not sure when I will be but I got to have faith. I came here to find love and career inspiration – when I remember this it brings me comfort and reminds me of why I made such an abrupt move. All this takes courage and strength and a willing to take risks. I trust my desires will be honored and come to fruition.
I know Hawaii waits for me, as I wait for it. The sacrifices I’ve made seem overwhelming right now but I trust this is exactly where I’m supposed to be, without a doubt. I take it day by day, trusting in myself and the process of letting go and being open to new experiences.