Second move around the world
People
who do not know me well enough ask me why I am moving to Asia. There is a very
long way to get to the answer of that question and most of the times I prefer
not to elaborate. I say that I am going for an adventure, which certainly does
not satisfy anyone’s curiosity for facts. I usually receive a surprising second
question: if they are sending me from my work. Although I do not understand the
connection between “adventure” and a job assignment, I reply with a mix of
pride and shyness that I quit my job. Most look admired, perhaps inspired for a
fraction of a second and then relieved thinking I am unlike them. Only an
audacious and free person who is responsible for nothing and nobody should be
doing such things.
My closest friends and family are amused but hardly
surprised about my decision. They know I cannot help it. All my efforts to fit
in the comfortable predictability (or predictable comfort?) of the Nation’s
Capital did not work because comfort is not what I need. For the second time, I
found myself stuck in what could be called a monotonous life. However, I am not
seeking a thrilling life or escaping (no one can escape from oneself). I need a
change of background so that I can reflect who I am in a different way. I must
find the parts of me that are dormant so that I can express myself more fully.
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