This is it, leaving Lanzarote time! And, as is the normal for me when migrating between islands, I have my silk flowers as my hand luggage.

Adios Lanzarote life, wow I am a pickle of nerves and excitement, fear and hope. Whilst I’m going back to so much I know, it’s also stepping into a lot which is new, which will be different, which will challenge me in ways I can’t possibly expect.

A fact I know about myself; I hate change, I have an instinctive need for consistency.

Why do I work in project management, forcing change on people who are fundamentally happy with the status quo? Why have I given three years of my life to learn a career which is entirely premised on the fact you will never be able to form a solid plan?

To challenge myself, to take a leap, to see I can break out of my box has been quite wonderful and overwhelming, whilst also terrifying. I don’t remember crying quite so much. I may have mentioned this before, but I definitely have never phoned my mother quite as often in my life as I have since I started this adventure in 2016.

Going back to timelines, plans, spreadsheets, deadlines, absolutely no dependence on the weather (except snow, because neither the UK nor Chicago can function on their respective extremes of snow), is really calming. I think it will restore some sanity and gravity to my life which you invariably lose when living day to day, week to week. When you have to form friends and allies in a matter of moments or hours, when experiences are both life changing and fleeting.

I shall commit to plans, book holidays, look forward, save for my future. Work hard to encourage others to embrace the change that will help our company grow, and help them to do so. Whilst finding a new little place in my old world to call my own again.

I’ve changed enough, I’m ready to stand still for a little while.