Okay, so contrary to my New Years Resolution and constant promises of being a consistent blogger, I dropped off the face of the Earth again for two months. To be fair, I completely uprooted my life…again….moved across the ocean, and then country to California! So that left little time to blog.

But that’s right, I am now a resident of sunny San Diego, California. In my last post, I’d just landed here for a short visit seeking some girl time after ending a relationship. I was so happy being reunited with my friends–and the sun because I’m still a firm hater of British weather….and England– that I wondered how I stayed away for so long. Well, that visit turned into a new car, new job, new house, and new life! The perks of being a gypsy.

I’ve had many friends, family members, and even random people ask and comment on my impulsive life decisions. Mainly, they ask: How?????? How do you change your life so drastically? How do you make these choices?

If you know me, then you know I’m the most indecisive person on the planet. I can’t pick what I want to eat or which bracelet I should buy while hiking in Italy (Cough, Celia) to save my life. I go back and forth, and ultimately whatever decision I do end up making, I still fret over.

Everyone likes to be comfortable. That comfort shouldn’t be a trap. Yes, having money and lots of things is nice, but it’s not everything. You can’t let the security of a job, a town you’ve always lived in, the pretty furniture you have, or even the baggage of a boyfriend keep you from breaking out and doing what you want.

Go live your life for you. It might blow up in your face and suck or it might be the most incredible experiences of your life. Either way, you’ll live and figure it out because that’s life. It’s messy, sad, crazy, fun, confusing, and every other word in the dictionary. But you ALWAYS figure it out and get through it.

Like moving to England last year, I just went with what felt right. Well, that ultimately did blow up in my face (see it happens), but it was still an experience worth having! Without living in that shitty city or having my heartbroken by some knucklehead, I would’ve never climbed a Swiss Alp, kayaked around the gorgeous Cinque Terre, or stuffed my face with tapas again in Barcelona. I would’ve never met the sweetest Scottish gal, reunited with my Catalan family and friends, or lived in Italy.

Sometimes you just have to go with what feels right in the moment. And in the moment, SD feels right to me.