
That is the question that I've been asking myself the last few months or so.
I've been in one location since I was knee-high, going from primary school all the way to university -- and surprising myself by gaining not only a postgraduate diploma in social work, but also a Masters in the same field. But between lack of employment opportunities, and the realisation that all my friends from high school and university have moved on, I realised that one has to move on.
Experiences don't come to you after all, you make them happen. Having said that, I've got some fond memories of experiences from where I've lived since I was 6-years old -- from convincing my high school teachers that I can sail a boat all by myself (and then promptly capsizing the darn thing after being caught in a cross-wind) to learning about my ability to push through my physical limitations (do that daily as it is through Les Mills Dunedin, and on a wilderness adventure camp), to running my own left foot with my own power wheelchair.
Moving on is good for the soul, as it gives you more opportunities to experience new and exciting things.
And for that, watch this space. . .
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