Chapter 4: Just a little bit further

By Isla Skylark -
I've moved.


Forward, away, onward, on. At my own pace.


I am still moving. Slowly, breathing, small steps, diving into the deep end.


I live in Japan now. I feel like the transition should have been a bit more challenging, however, I feel like I've done this before. This is normal to me. I'm surrounded by strangers in a new place, but I feel like I belong. Awkwardly belonging to a place that seemed to have accepted me.


I've met people from different parts of South Africa and different parts of the world..I've become acquainted with them and they have become acquainted with me. It feels like I should continue to be awkward, but I am not.

This place of moving and growing is a strange place to be. At this point I am living my dream. And I am proud of myself for taking that step.


I have decided to move forward and be the best version of myself that I can be.


However.


With moving your life across the ocean, comes some manifestation of stress.
It is my third week living here..and I feel emotionally exhausted for some reason. For the past few days there were moments where I would feel a tightness in my chest, a shortness of breathe and lightheaded to the point of having to stop and sit for a minute.
My mindset is positive and I've been walking and cyclying to most places. So I begin to question; why is the anxiety kicking in in such a full swing. I feel emotional and dead at the same time. I live in each moment and enjoy the company of people, but I feel so exhausted after each moment.


This is normal. I know this. Give it more time.
So I grind my teeth and bite the bullet and I keep moving forward.


I feel like I need a break, but I do not know where to find one.



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