What even is a home? Is it a city? A country? An apartment? I’ve changed homes a lot in my life. Maybe that’s where my restless soul comes from; a soul that always has to explore and discover something new. I adjust and make myself at home quickly, but I have trouble admitting that any of the new locations could be considered my home. My home city is Celje. That’s where my home is. Forever. The last time I felt at home was also on the Coast. It’s where the surroundings, the city, the locals accepted me. Where I found friends and shelter.

I feel similarly here as well. In Brisbane. Yes, I decided to stay. I accepted the opportunity that was offered. It wasn’t easy, I’ll admit, but it completely made sense. It wasn’t easy because I suddenly canceled becoming a nanny of a family with three children. Because I care. Because I care how they will feel. I was even considering travelling to the West of Australia for a month or so, and wait for them to find a new nanny, then come back. But the new job was already promising first business meetings next week. Yes, I was facing a decision.

There are not many opportunities in life like this one. To be sipping coffee, writing postcards, on a sunny day from one of the most beautiful spots in a metropolis, enjoying a cocktail and making a toast to a new experience that awaits you in the next few month. This perfect peace was enhanced by wonderful company and a sunset, which allows you carefree travel, new business experiences and a lot of knowledge. I simply couldn’t refuse. I want this job. I want knowledge. I want new acquaintances. And new skills, which this job will bring me. A lot of responsibilities for a start.

Taking care of a family on the other end of Australia haunted me for almost the entire month. I felt guilty. I transformed that guilt into a desire to learn something new. I comforted myself by believing that they definitely understood me. That they would have made the same decision. The feeling of guilt soon evaporated. All that was left was compassion. I still want to meet them someday, visit them and apologize in person. So, they would really believe that it wasn’t an easy decision for me.

But I’m here now. Happy. Overjoyed. I still can’t fully comprehend what happened. I have a job. A dream job. That I was offered a once in a lifetime opportunity. I allow myself to write to my boss: “Thank you for the opportunity. I still can’t believe it. I have to pinch myself multiple times a day to believe it’s real.”