What happens in Poland...

Staring at the open suitcases, half un-packed, I sit here wondering how I got here. Not home, that's obvious. No, I mean, here figuratively. My life was going pretty much the same as everyone else's. I left university, I got a job, I moved out. I worked hard, I earned money, I shopped at the weekends. Then suddenly I decided it wasn't what I wanted. The hum drum wasn't what I wanted for myself, not right now. So I got a job in Poland.

And it was fantastic! The people I met, the things we did, the mad crazy adventures. Waking up one day and deciding to go to Czech. Hopping on a train for day trips to places I never knew existed before I rocked up in Polska. And the work barely even felt like work. It was a job I enjoyed more than I'd ever enjoyed a job before. I still worked hard, but I laughed and smiled and sang through working days, as though it wasn't really work at all.

But now I'm home again. The adventure came to an end. And that makes me sad. More sad than I thought it would.

But it's not the end!

I'm not going to sit here staring at my suitcases, mourning an adventure that has been completed. I'm not going to see myself as a time traveller, going the wrong way, fighting against the progress of my own life. Am I the same person as when I left in Spetember? No! I am different because I've grown with the experiences I've had. And now I'm about to embark on a series of new adventures, and I don't have time to be held back by my own negative thoughts, rearing their ugly heads, making me feel sadness, when really I should feel joy.

Today I'm going to finish unpacking, and finally signify the end of my Polish adventures. It doesn't mean Poland never happened. It doesn't mean I'm the same person I was when I went. Experience gives you so much self-growth and development that you can't undo it simply by being somewhere you've been before.

And when I start my new adventures, in a mere few weeks time, I will continue to grow from my experience, and have more to bring back to my life in the UK.

All journeys have pit stops, you have to rest up, grab a coffee, get some sleep and plan the rest of your route. A pit stop doesn't halt your progress, it actually furthers it. It gives you time to reflect, to learn, to enjoy!

So, I'm not gonna be sad about leaving Poland anymore. I left Poland to go on more adventures. So... the rest of the world better be ready for me, because Frankie's on her way!