I really enjoy moving and home-hunting. Tasks others frequently confess to loathe. I love to daydream and wonder what the floor plan and architectural features might be. I am fascinated by what my life would be like inside those walls.
Another part of the fascination is locale evaluation. Trying to discover the perfect balance of nature with urban culture and a small town feel, but not too small...etc. I have found a surprising range within this spectrum in a wealth of places, but none have ever been quite right. I'm the real live goldie locks! Also? If I am in your house I will likely eat all your porridge.
I have roamed and I am weary. I want to put down some roots.
I've been saying that since 2003...but I really mean it this time.
No really.
But first, this seems like an appropriate time to give a shout out to my trusty stead, The Colonel. My nomadic vessel, transporting me from one life to another. You have been a worthy re-locator time and time again. You have even carried a few others to the next setting in their story too.
Colonel, you rule.
Anyhoodle. How do you feel about where you live? Are you stressed there? Are you bored? Are you content, energized, comfortable? I often wonder how some people can bear to live where they do. I can understand how others might wonder that about me.
I am liking where I live more and more. At least I know I am on the right path. Today I was driving home through a milky dusk, the darkened branches of bare trees silhouetted against a sunset of creamy analogous pastels, punctuated with golden orange. Pale light from above the tree line lit the wispy white fur of a grazing cow, framing her with a shimmering aura. The stark white against the brilliant still-green of the pasture and the deep blackness of the trees was breath taking. As I built my fire tonight I gathered the firewood by moonlight, the sky crammed with stars.
If you don't like where you are I hope you can get to where you want to be soon. Or at least see where you are on the journey.
Generally I love where I live. I love my adopted city (It's San Francisco, pretty hard not to love it); my apartment is one of the nicest/prettiest places I've ever lived in; my roommates are wonderful...all in all I feel very at home here and I've felt that way pretty much from the moment I moved into this apartment (nearly 4 years ago!). And yet...I don't quite feel like this is my forever-home. Part of it is the weather (the fact that it rarely changes and there are roughly two seasons: Rain [happens in the Winter months] and Fog [the rest of the year]. I long for a proper Autumn.) Part of that is the PeterPanitis that's plauguing this city. Growing up seems to be the exception here, and not the rule. Which is fine...if that's what you're into, but I grow more and more certain with time that that "forever young" lifestyle isn't for me.
ReplyDeleteAs for where I would go, I have a very good feeling about Maine. I've only been once, and then just for a few days, and only in/around Portland, but it just felt right, you know? There are some place that just speak to you.
lovely J-dub. Some places do just speak to you. I am glad your home makes you so content! <3
ReplyDeleteHaving spent all but 7 years of my life moving, I am experiencing a need to move again. Mostly because I worry about accidentally settling down here.
ReplyDeleteI have lived off and on in Tallahassee for the better part of 10 years. That is the longest I have stayed in one city ever.
People call it a Black Hole. Because something about this town sucks you in and not in a good way.
Unfortunately, I married someone who currently resides in the city where his umbilical cord stump fell off.
He promises me we will move once he gets his Masters degree. I am not optimistic.
I don't hate this town, okay,I strongly dislike the weather, the transient nature of its residents due to being home to three colleges and two universities, the rent is more expensive than NYC and you need a Masters degree in order to get a secretary job.
I try really hard not to let the dislikes get to me. So I distract myself with random hobbies.