I have finished moving into my new place. I am about 98% unpacked and settled in. I must admit that it feels good to have the stress of uncertainty behind me. My new place is a duplex, not a house. Although it is smaller than my house in Serra Mesa, it is a good size for me. Most importantly it is place I can hang my hat and call home for awhile.
It is true that this year was very stressful on me with this move. Still, one good thing did come of this...I managed to find me again. For the first time in years, I feel adventurous. I don't want to be the girl who settles for the here and now. I want to be the girl that is always testing the waters. Thankfully after all that I experienced this year, that girl has resurfaced.
This upcoming year will be a year of more changes. I can't wait to start travelling again in 2009. I will begin my "new" job search as soon as January arrives. I will also be looking at places to live in Los Angeles, Chicago or possibly the east coast. Best of all, I will enjoy every minute with my friends. While I am still in Cali, I want to enjoy all the beautiful places that I have taken for granted these past 6 years.
I'll leave you with the thought that has consumed me for weeks: Life is too short, don't forget to stop and relish in the wonder that is all around you.
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Saturday, November 22, 2008
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Moving
As many people already know, moving can be stressful. Since it has been awhile since I last moved, I have recently just remembered how hard it can be.
I grew up in a small town just north of Madison, WI. I lived in Wisconsin until I was 26 years old. It was then that I made one of the riskiest moves of my life. I packed all my belongings and moved out to southern California with a friend. Neither of us knew a soul in California. We only had each other. I barely had gotten a job and was commuting 1 1/2 hours to work everyday. I was so homesick I sometimes think it is a miracle I made it out here.
The first year was tough. Spending Thanksgiving 2,300 miles away from friends and family is not an easy experience. But, after the first year, things started to improve. My roommate and I moved from Oceanside down to San Diego. We found a 3 bedroom house that was bigger than my childhood home to rent! As 5 years passed living in this house, I had found several amazing people that I am fortunate to call my friends. While I was just beginning to enjoy life in California, I don't think I really appreciated how lucky I was at the time.
Although I reside in San Diego, I have spent as much time as possible in the Los Angeles area. Don't get me wrong, San Diego is a beautiful place. But, I have always loved the city. Earlier this year, I had wanted to relocate to Los Angeles. I wanted to take a chance again, find a new job and maybe figure out what it is I want to do when I grow up. Yet, as the year progressed I began questioning that thought. So I remained in San Diego, hoping I would have enough time to create my next plan on this road of life.
Now it has been 6 years since I left my home state of Wisconsin. My roommate has bought a townhouse and I am forced with having to make a big decision. Should I stay or should I go? The cost of living is not cheap in San Diego. And while I would miss my friends that have become my extended family, I am thinking it is time to go home. While you may be asking yourself what would possess me to leave this for cold weather, I can tell you it is not the thought of shoveling snow that is pulling me home.
I have learned that life is what you make of it. And where you live is just that, a place. It is the people in your life and your experiences that make you who you are. I still have a couple weeks to make my final decision, but spending the holidays with family is starting to sound better everyday. There is something about home that is actually comforting.
I grew up in a small town just north of Madison, WI. I lived in Wisconsin until I was 26 years old. It was then that I made one of the riskiest moves of my life. I packed all my belongings and moved out to southern California with a friend. Neither of us knew a soul in California. We only had each other. I barely had gotten a job and was commuting 1 1/2 hours to work everyday. I was so homesick I sometimes think it is a miracle I made it out here.
The first year was tough. Spending Thanksgiving 2,300 miles away from friends and family is not an easy experience. But, after the first year, things started to improve. My roommate and I moved from Oceanside down to San Diego. We found a 3 bedroom house that was bigger than my childhood home to rent! As 5 years passed living in this house, I had found several amazing people that I am fortunate to call my friends. While I was just beginning to enjoy life in California, I don't think I really appreciated how lucky I was at the time.
Although I reside in San Diego, I have spent as much time as possible in the Los Angeles area. Don't get me wrong, San Diego is a beautiful place. But, I have always loved the city. Earlier this year, I had wanted to relocate to Los Angeles. I wanted to take a chance again, find a new job and maybe figure out what it is I want to do when I grow up. Yet, as the year progressed I began questioning that thought. So I remained in San Diego, hoping I would have enough time to create my next plan on this road of life.
Now it has been 6 years since I left my home state of Wisconsin. My roommate has bought a townhouse and I am forced with having to make a big decision. Should I stay or should I go? The cost of living is not cheap in San Diego. And while I would miss my friends that have become my extended family, I am thinking it is time to go home. While you may be asking yourself what would possess me to leave this for cold weather, I can tell you it is not the thought of shoveling snow that is pulling me home.
I have learned that life is what you make of it. And where you live is just that, a place. It is the people in your life and your experiences that make you who you are. I still have a couple weeks to make my final decision, but spending the holidays with family is starting to sound better everyday. There is something about home that is actually comforting.
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