Expectation vs. Reality

In my 30 (and a half) years on this planet, I have moved a few countries and countless cities.
The usual reaction of people would be “THAT’S THE DREAM LIFE.”
Which never fails to surprise, because, think about it, do people ever really get the chance to move because they want to or because the situation forced them to?

I was only 5 years old when my parents moved to the 4th country.
And no, my dad was not a high in demand business man.
It was the war in former Yugoslavia and its after effects that drove my parents to search for a safe shelter.

The frequent swap of countries I have been doing in the past 10 years, were in the spirit of “I go where ever the job takes me”.
And unfortunately, it has never been on delegation ๐Ÿ˜‰

Two years ago we moved to a harbor town.


Sometimes…. people tend to romanticize moving and traveling in general a bit too much ๐Ÿ˜‰


11 replies to “Expectation vs. Reality

  1. I hear ya. But I bet it looks a lot better in the summertime. My work used to by the bay/port. Whenever I went on my break, it took me away from reality. Water (with sunshine) calms me down.


  2. Jasper took the picture because that’s where his office is. We actually both do like a rough sea. But on days like these, it just look grey and boring.

    The picture I drew was inspired by the shore in Nova Scotia. It was all rock and waves. Really amazing piece of nature. Even the summers in Denmark don’t live up to that ๐Ÿ˜‰

    Have you ever moved to a city because YOU wanted to and not because of school, job or love?

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  3. I know what you mean. I live in a place-Hawaii where peopleโ€™s expectations are itโ€™s laid back and fun & sun all the time. Reality or at least mine is I work 9a-7p almost every day. The day I dont work I need sleep. Hope to see the beach at least once this month. Have a nice day.

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