I'm packing for Berlin tonight. I'll be there from tomorrow through all weekend. It's going to be freezing and dark and, in the world's least shocking news ever, I'm going to love every single minute of it.
I'm almost a year on from packing up my life in the German capital, and I still sound like a broken record every single day saying I'm feeling 'not quite settled yet' here in London.
Trust me when I say I'm trying to figure it out, for both our sakes.
But, actually, as soon as I've written that sentence -- that I'm really "trying to figure it out" -- I know I'm in trouble.
Because what does "trying to figure it out" even mean? What decision am I even trying to make, for that matter? Do I actually want to go back to Berlin? Am I just being shit at making this situation work? Is the grass always greener? What do I actually want, and how do I get it?
And how long is long enough when it comes to making decisions about big life stuff?