one of many reasons...

So I found an article today about the quality of life in the UK and it ain't great. 

I have many reasons for moving half way around the world. It really is almost half way - a direct flight takes just over 11 hours whereas if you try and make it to the Pacific islands such as Fiji or Australia and New Zealand it will take you at least two long-haul flights pretty much totally 24 hours worth of travel. 

Sometimes they say that it's not the destination but the journey that should be the focus of travel. Up to a point I agree, but if you want to get somewhere specific because that is where your life journey begins, then travel in this 21st century of soul-less airports and cramped economy flights is really not quite the "journey" we had in mind.

Anyway, the daily treadmill that can be life here is something that I've moved away from over seven years of bumbling gently round the world. And I just don't get it anymore. I cannot fathom this life on a permanent basis. Even though a lot of the time I enjoy it, it's just not enough. It's startling realisation you tend to get in your thirties that comes under the heading of "is this it?". Maybe it is. And maybe I should have studied philosophy so I can at least attempt an academically challenged response to the meaning of life. But I didn't. And I haven't. I enjoy my amateur philosophy of number 42. And my meaning of life is living with no regrets so that pretty much covers it all - taking actions you want to take for the best possible outcome, treating people with the respect and love they deserve (or don't!) but ultimately living life striving for contentment and happiness without any major **** ups along the way.