I’m noticing that one of the funny things about making major changes in your life is how superstitious you can get. I find my little chattering brain, presumably in an attempt to be helpful, starts to look for ’signs’. Everything becomes potentially meaningful. The weather, bird calls, cloud patterns, seaweed tossed up on the beach, strange looks from people in the street, each one pondered over for its secret meaning.
I suppose when you remove all the usual guidelines for your life it becomes much harder to judge how you are going. You are usually heavily dependent on other people and the decisions they make, often using unknown criteria.
What I find interesting is the way my brain still tries to find ways to make me feel in control of my own destiny, even when they are as ridiculous promising myself that I’ll find a perfect flat if I can just walk down this path without stepping on the cracks 
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