Is Europe my oyster. Really?

Somedays I wake up thinking I am on top really. Previously this would mean that ANYthing is possible. Should I fall in love with a bush-man from Africa, I would sure as hell more there. Most likely, the possibility-thinking involved falling in love with Australians. "I will love it down there, no problem at all. "

This "window of opportunity" has shrunk some and these days (mainly after my NYE trip to Aus when I realized how insanely far away it is) I happily shout out "as long as I live in Europe, I am happy. Europe is my OYSTER". "As long as all flights are only 2-3 hours, it will all be easy."

But some days I wake up thinking that wouldn't it actually be nice to live home in the Motherplanet, with closeness to family and old friends? To not having to always be the outsider and the different one, to be able to joke about children-programmes from the 70-ties and old hits from Svensktoppen. Or at least stay in this acquired new home-land where I am anyway a little bit integrated already instead of mixing in any new nationalities (for instance a German date).

I really don't like those days. I like it when I am full of energy and everything is fun and easy and uncomplicated. I think I will stick to that. Being lazy or a coward never took anyone further in life.

Europe IS my oyster.