It’s unconscionable for me to stay where I am. Yeah, I mean, I get it — I’m comfortable here, I’m stable here, I have routine here.
This is not to say I’m unhappy…but it has become too glaringly obvious that I’d be happier elsewhere. So much so that to ignore it would eventually breed resentment.
Factors to weigh as always: experience yet to be gained at my current job; the uncertainty of what will be required of me at my next job; assessment of personal finances; assessment of social shifts a la roommates; so on and so forth…#change.
That I’m plotting a ‘next move’ is not news. That I feel the need to expedite the process, is. And at this point the more I turn it over in my mind, the more clearly it seems the only logical choice is to take action. I’ve fallen for a girl, and her name is Brooklyn, NY.
Really one of my bigger hesitations is the impending Winter that threatens my very psyche. The sun is already setting too early in the evening for my liking. The morning air was cool enough at 63 degrees for me to be comfortable in slacks & a button-down today. I can feel it creeping in.
Maybe a relocation would be just the ticket out of seasonal blues this year, though. I bristle at the thought of enduring more garbage Northeast winters…but the thought of a new chapter inspires & motivates.
The end game isn’t “rich & famous.” The overarching, big-picture goal is to earn a consistent income that allows for comfortable living, by doing that which comes most naturally to me; that which I most enjoy culling my inherent value & creative talents to produce.
Whatever that means.
This is an adventure.