No-one could have prepared me for how my life has turned out.
I would not have believed it if I had been told that I was risking losing everything that I knew and loved, that I was walking away from my friends, my family, every relationship I knew and loved.
That I would be completely alone.
Would I have made the same decision?
Would I believe I could endure this never-ending pain of being away from my family?
A constant question of whether I can keep going, continue to wake up, breathe, and face the hours of each day.
The cost of my new life was completely losing my old life.
Two years ago, I had a perfect existence.
I had a loving family, friends, a social life, and a great apartment by the ocean in a beautiful coastal town in Sydney.
My surfboards, my vintage and retro styled campervan, were well known. A closet full of beautiful clothes, shelves and shelves filled with books, collectables I had picked up and quirky details filled my life, more plants than most apartments should hold.
An idyllic and peaceful life.
For a single mum, I was a rocking single mum.
Travelling up and down the coast for weeks at a time, surfing and camping and cooking. I had started a budding new business working from home, following my calling and new-found passion. I had it all.
I looked happy, I seemed happy.
Yet once again, here I was, blowing it all up.
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