A few months ago I took a massive leap. With my contract ending at work, a vague dream of working overseas, a love of mountains and autumnal colours, I packed up and moved to Canada. There was a little bit more to it, like diversifying my professional experience, countering conscious and unconscious cultural bias (as much as you can in Australia’s winter cousin) and potentially giving any future children dual citizenship guaranteeing a lifetime of winter ski vacations.
In a world where we seek security and security in work, it was a balance of fear and freedom.
In a life which I surround myself with people who challenge and encourage, it was diving headfirst into a season of loneliness.
In a faith based on trust in God’s providence, it was and remains terrifying.
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