So yesterday was my seven-year move-a-versary

Totally missed that I moved to Edinburgh seven years ago yesterday. What a hoot that I couldn't think  of anything interesting to write about yesterday and I was sitting on a major life event! Hilar bears.

It takes seven years for all of our cells to be completely regenerated, so you are essentially a brand new person - roll with me here. I've also found that I need to do a big thing every seven years as well. Last time it was to move across an ocean. I think this seven-year itch is more spiritual and I've not yet identified the tangible I need to change. I've been assessing how to find happiness and how to let go of shitty habits/feelings/patterns. I feel like that could be another move, but possibly more of taking a big risk... that could easily be in career, relationships or family. I can feel I'm open to change, so let's see where I'll be in the next seven years.

This is a bit boring. Hopefully it will be more interesting when it's actually an accurate predictor of what's to come. In the meantime, I'll check my horoscopes ferociously while manhandling some crystals.

First week of 35 was weird.

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