I am starting to feel slightly apprehensive about packing up my life and moving to a new country. I keep rolling over in my mind all the things that could go wrong. What if I can’t find enough work to sustain me? What if I can’t adjust? What if I’m just too old for this?

I’m working again and doing well. I’m afraid I might be throwing away something good and sensible (and safe) for just the opposite. Is what I’m doing making sense?

Then I asked myself this morning, if I didn’t go, would I be happy staying here?

The answer was a resounding no. I would not. Money and good job nonwithstanding, it would just be more of the same. And no amount of money could make me happy here. I need to leave. As scary as it might be, it’s the right thing to do. I need to trust my gut. It’s telling me to go. And I need to trust that if I’m being prodded to go then it means that there’s something I’m heading TO.