Brace yourselves, because it’s story time. And it’s all about the time I trusted the universe when my passport went missing for an entire year.
For the last five years I’m grateful to done a lot of travelling. Every Dec-Jan I was off gallivanting around, visiting relatives living OS, volunteering in Nepal. I had a decent stint working and travelling in the USA. So grateful for the life I have lived.
Whilst some people call time away a ‘holiday’ I call them soul trips. When I travel I don’t stay in hotels and lounge around getting massages. I’m out and about connecting with people, staying in backpackers, doing homestays in remote villages, experiencing different sides of the world. These adventures made my soul sing and my heart feel full. I spent a fair bit of time trying to understand the universe and connect with my spiritual side.
For that time in my life I needed trips like that to make me see and feel that there was more in the world than my home base could offer. You see, I didn’t really live in one place longer than a year. As soon as the next opportunity popped up I’d move – and it was always influenced by someone else. Always helping someone else. Always cramming my life into my Suzuki Swift.
On the 23rd Jan 2018 I returned back to Aus. It’s almost like I knew I wasn’t going to travel again for a while.
The flight home was one of the worst I’d ever had. Had a seat in front of the toilets for 14 hours, a gazillion kids on the flight (slight exaggeration) and as we were landing, a lady power vomited on me whilst she was running for the toilet. YUP. The connecting flight home after being vomited on wasn’t pleasant either.
It left me absolutely traumatized. To the point I turned down a trip to travel to Thailand 6 months later.
My goals for 2018 was to move into my own place where I would have a pink couch. I wanted it to be a space I could be social and also host those who helped me over the years I gallivanted around. Finally I could say, hey come stay with me. When I reached the goal, I did some hardcore nesting and socialising. My passport was no where to be seen.
I got to the point where I was kinda ready to go on a trip. Friends were going to Bali & PNG. But I still couldn’t find my passport. Trust me I looked everywhere. I’m one of those people that always knows where their passport is. Truly believe that it went beyond simple absentmindedness.
Friends helped me look for it. Encouraged me to order a new one. I told them all NOPE. Because I knew I hadn’t lost it. I knew it would turn up. Can’t explain it in another other way then it was just a gut feeling.
Rather than fork out money for a new passport so I could go on overseas trips, I took it as a sign from the universe that I needed to stay put in Aus.
For an entire year I didn’t travel far from home. I set up my home, hosted gatherings, held shoots at my apartment. Took care of my 18 plants, grew herbs. Had a revolving door of guests coming to stay filling my home with laughter and fun chaos. Purchased my first ever new bed, fridge, pink couch etc. Made my space beautiful and inviting. All the normal stuff people do.
Dec & Jan came and went, a time where I was normally travelling and I felt at peace and happy with being in my home, in Brisbane. I did have a few moments where I missed my OS family & friends. But I trusted that this was exactly where I needed to be.
It’s the 11th of January and my passport just turned up. In the same place I had looked many times. I laughed out loud as soon as I’d found it. Because this very day I had started to plan out my travel schedule for 2019.
What I’m getting at is that sometimes you just have to trust the universe. You are where you are, learning those lessons and living this life for a reason.
When the time is right and you are ready things will change.
Your instincts and intuition often express themselves through a feeling in the gut and these feelings are products of an active unconscious mind that is relaying a message from the beyond.
So if something is missing, or isn’t in your life anymore. Trust the universe that it’s meant to be.
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