The dust is still swirling - it's eased from the tornado that took hold in 2010 - I do not know when it will settle and I don't think I want it to - this is life my dear, build a bridge and get over it already!

Travelling exposes you not just to other cultures, but to yourself and tests you in ways you can not foresee.

Navigation was never a problem - I do not recall one time when I felt lost. Arranging flights, trains, buses... wasn't an issue - I made every connection. Meeting people wasn't a problem - wherever I was I found myself chatting to someone - never underestimate the power of a smile :)

So, what did I struggle with? I'm still working on this one - but it's a mix of a few things so far around self esteem, being overly harsh on myself and not feeling able to listen to/express my feelings.

It's safe to say I've been left with a feeling of an itch that I just can't quite scratch.

So, I also need to ask myself - what is that itch and does it need scratching??