I am a homing pigeon. I suppose it comes from a childhood of moving ALL the time (I’m 24 and have moved 16 times). You see, if I go away, whether it’s down the road to my friends or 300 miles to visit family, I cannot WAIT to get back home.
But recently that’s changed.
I feel like I can’t wait to get away from home. I’ve lived in this Scottish city for 12 years which is longer than I’ve lived in any city, and in a way it will always be home for me. But I’m BORED! I feel the itch in my feet telling me to do something with my life other than work-write-sleep lather-rinse-repeat. Don’t get me wrong, I love my job and the little family our office has become. And I don’t just love writing, I NEED to write. I also wouldn’t say no to a bit more sleep 😉
Except I’ve noticed that I’m living day to day, week to week, and there aren’t any challenges here any more. I’m comfortable, and I used to think I was okay with that because change puts the fear of God into me. Then I start to think of going back to college, or moving somewhere new with new opportunities and new adventure and not seeing the same 72,000 people every damn day. The only thing scary than change it nothing changing. Working in a city where everybody knows everybody else’s business and a job that I can do with my eyes closed doesn’t hold the same appeal as the great unknown. Of course, I might have been watching way too much Gossip Girl lately and become way too envious of the shenanigans they get up but that’s just it. I don’t want to pass through life living vicariously through books or movies or what so-and-so is doing with what’s-his-face. I want my own adventure, I want to draw my own map, and I want to be challenged.
Hopefully this blog post is the beginning of my new adventure.