"Life is unfair".
I don't remember the first time I was told that. I could guess it was by my mother, though.
Life isn't fair, that's the lesson.
Life right now, isn't fair. I'm struggling to understand how I can make a future, if I want one. Growing older for 7 years in the same country after spending your entire childhood chopping and changing from one country to the next - it's incredibly difficult.
Moving was hard, don't get me wrong, but after what seemed like an eternity of routinely changing the view out my window...Staying in the same place is depressing.
I tell you what, I've had dreams of moving country - to Spain - but who knows if it'll happen. My mother has been pumping the brakes since I came up with the idea. She doesn't want me going to Spain. Or back to Australia. Or to Portugal. I've been offered jobs teaching yoga at a Buddhist temple in Portugal and I'll LIVE in the temple. Great opportunity, right? Wrong. Not to my mother, anyway. She shut that down quickly.
Life isn't fair, no, but I'm still trying. I will travel the world again, and I will live elsewhere. Otherwise, what's the point?