Just had a random memory come to the surface of my mind from around three years ago:
When I moved to small-town Bavaria about 3.5 years ago, I bought a washing machine, a fridge, a sofa and lots of other furniture. I was proud of finally being a grown-up with proper furniture. At the same time, (I thought) I was saying goodbye to one of the big dreams I had after studying abroad for two years: to live & work abroad again at some point after uni.
I thought that all my possessions would keep me in Germany and make a move abroad “just like that” impossible. It wasn’t that I was unhappy in Germany but I often felt Fernweh, a longing for the far-away.
Life. It never turns out the way you thought it would. And sometimes that is a good thing.