This isn't the first time. A little over fourteen years ago, two days over fourteen years ago, in
fact, I packed my bags and embarked on a life-changing journey. I
honestly didn't know what awaited me once I arrived. Things proceeded
at a remarkable pace, incredible; a cascade of events one after the
next. A new country, a career restart, marriage, children. Times
change. Time changes us. We grow, in directions we least expect,
evolving, changing. After a dozen or so of those years, I took stock
of where I was, again; in terms of my career, just about back to where
I had begun. Nothing else however could ever be analysed for parity.
The person I was at the start of that journey, the person I was at
that point, the person I am now, none of those things match. None of
those can be compared with each other. Somewhere around nine months ago, just a week or so short of that, in
fact, I packed my bags and embarked on a life-changing journey. This
time, I honestly thought I knew what to expect once I arrived, but was
soon to be astounded. Things proceeded this time at a pace beyond my
understanding. I learnt more about her, about myself, about us, in
days, hours, minutes, even seconds, than I had in months before.
People change. People change us. We find love, from directions we
never predicted, never knew existed. Universal forces are apparently
at work, bringing us to experiences we have never known before.
Nothing this time could have any equal, unlike anything from before.
The person I had become at the end of that journey would always be
incomplete without her. Nothing can be compared to that. And then, almost two months ago, ten days short of that, in fact, I
packed my bags once again; another journey, with no illusions this
time; impacting, changing the lives of several people. That this
journey occurred at all was nothing short of a miracle; what would
follow as a result of that journey would be a dizzying array of
difficulties, outweighed by spectacular sentiments previewed those
months before, yet now brought into tight focus. Our feelings change,
and feelings change us. Emotions like love and companionship which we
thought we understood open up, like budding flowers, and yield more
and more to us with every day that passes. Every passing day exceeds
yesterday and will be surpassed by tomorrow. The person I am is still
growing, still learning, still discovering. Nothing can prepare a
person for this. Starting all over again. Reinventing themselves. Reinventing me.
fact, I packed my bags and embarked on a life-changing journey. I
honestly didn't know what awaited me once I arrived. Things proceeded
at a remarkable pace, incredible; a cascade of events one after the
next. A new country, a career restart, marriage, children. Times
change. Time changes us. We grow, in directions we least expect,
evolving, changing. After a dozen or so of those years, I took stock
of where I was, again; in terms of my career, just about back to where
I had begun. Nothing else however could ever be analysed for parity.
The person I was at the start of that journey, the person I was at
that point, the person I am now, none of those things match. None of
those can be compared with each other. Somewhere around nine months ago, just a week or so short of that, in
fact, I packed my bags and embarked on a life-changing journey. This
time, I honestly thought I knew what to expect once I arrived, but was
soon to be astounded. Things proceeded this time at a pace beyond my
understanding. I learnt more about her, about myself, about us, in
days, hours, minutes, even seconds, than I had in months before.
People change. People change us. We find love, from directions we
never predicted, never knew existed. Universal forces are apparently
at work, bringing us to experiences we have never known before.
Nothing this time could have any equal, unlike anything from before.
The person I had become at the end of that journey would always be
incomplete without her. Nothing can be compared to that. And then, almost two months ago, ten days short of that, in fact, I
packed my bags once again; another journey, with no illusions this
time; impacting, changing the lives of several people. That this
journey occurred at all was nothing short of a miracle; what would
follow as a result of that journey would be a dizzying array of
difficulties, outweighed by spectacular sentiments previewed those
months before, yet now brought into tight focus. Our feelings change,
and feelings change us. Emotions like love and companionship which we
thought we understood open up, like budding flowers, and yield more
and more to us with every day that passes. Every passing day exceeds
yesterday and will be surpassed by tomorrow. The person I am is still
growing, still learning, still discovering. Nothing can prepare a
person for this. Starting all over again. Reinventing themselves. Reinventing me.
