I know that restlessness in you — the one that thinks the next place, the next reset, the next clean start will finally be the one that sticks. I've felt it too. You don't need a change of scenery. You need a change of soul, and you keep buying the wrong ticket.
You need a change of soul, not a change of climate.
The trouble with fleeing is that you're both the one running and the thing being run from — you arrive, and there you are, waiting for yourself at the gate.
Watch what happens on a ship when cargo is lashed down versus when it's loose. Steady weight, steady ship. Weight that keeps shifting from side to side is what makes a boat heel over in a storm. You are the cargo. Motion doesn't settle you — it just finds new ways to throw you off balance.
Once the actual trouble is dealt with, anywhere will do. Drop you in the harshest, most unfamiliar corner of the world and you'll find a way to be at home in it, because home was never the variable.
I am not built for one corner of the world — the whole thing is mine, if I'll let it be.
You're not moving toward anything. You're being dragged from one fresh start to the next by the same unresolved thing, calling it progress. What you're actually looking for — a life that feels like yours — doesn't require a departure. It's available exactly where you're standing right now.
Be hard on yourself about this, but only briefly, and only enough to see it clearly. Knowing you've gotten something wrong is the first real step toward getting it right.
Come home to yourself when you're ready. Or don't — but stop pretending the outside world is the problem.
With love, always in your corner