Moving on…

Every once in a while I like to take a look at my life, see if I am on track for my goals. As I mentioned earlier, I’ve changed in some aspects and I find myself doing things I might not have done before. Driving around the city the other night I took a long look at it and it became clear to me. I’m ready to say goodbye. The question is where?

I’ve been pondering this question for the longest and I realize that things happen for a reason. If I moved earlier I might not have been happy because the choices I would make now are different than I would have made then. In other words, I might not have morphed into who I am now, and the thought saddens me. I have no regrets. I’m grateful I did not move earlier because I have the sinking feeling I would be in the same position that I’m in now…looking for change.

So the search is on. Where? I have no idea, it’s a complete blank slate. Ok not a complete blank slate. Las Vegas is out of the question because I would not have a place to escape to. Georgia is out of the question because to me it’s too crowded and it reminds me of my brother. New York and California are out because I view them as places I’d like to visit but I don’t want to live there. Scratch Hawaii and Alaska too. That leaves a lot of choices. I prefer warmth over cold so that narrows it down some more but I want to be happy. I want to be able to explore and have places to go. Do things. Grow as a person and the city have enough diversity to be able to accomodate that. I crave change. I don’t deny this scares me. I’ve never done a move this big. But for the first time, mentally I feel ready to make the change.

The hunt is on.