That 07.07. date's past.

Two years and I feel like I know where I am.

I only wish I learned some of the things this has thought me a bit earlier. 

However; I can't imagine learning those any other way but leaving the old homestead and I don't remember a period of my life prior to it that I wouldn't regret omitting, had there been a choice, especially having the hindsight of today.

Initial decision was two years, no matter what. And to see later if to call in another two years or aim higher, bearing in mind that in an ideal course of things, such a deal wouldn't be necessary as the path will have cleared of doubt, anxieties and confusion.

I haven't entered no new commitment to stay here for a specific period of time before going back, because there's no going back. Going 'back home' isn't going back any more, it would mean going away. It doesn't feel like I should be staying here for the rest of it either. It is somehow imaginable, but not particularly desirable. 

Sort of a yearning to move on at some point has been coming and going and the americas have been reoccurring in future latent planing as the next vantage point that might be worth taking. And the idea doesn't feel like the move over here did. Probably because it wouldn't be an escape. An escape from ignorance and assumptions on cases in which one finds certainty of an esence. An escape from my own ignorance, that has been so far successful. This isn't me saying that those who never left home are ignorant. Just that I was. I was thinking I might have been and later was proven to have had been indeed. 

Before I go anywhere I fly. Only other option is that flying becomes non-feasible over here and to get on with it a relocation becomes a necessity. There also is a time limit, I have X3 more years to become a pilot. (not to start, but to finish.) It should all be happening next year, but let's keep an altitude in case things go haywire (as they tend to). If I'm not successful and no other point to my life's been discovered I retreat to woodlands and become a hermit. (i think)

Once I have flown enough, I have the paper and a skill I assess my options (as I'm sure will be doing so daily throughout) and establish a new long term target or a period for it's formation and financing. The target won't be an object or a person, it will be a goal of clear proportions. If this approach proves it self flawed or non conforming to my nature, I retreat to woodlands and become a hermit. (i think) 

Sometimes I wonder why haven't I retreated to a woodland hermitage already. But then I realise how great it would be to do so with an airplane. for a bit. if not just for a sabbatical of a sort.