When I was young, until middle school, our family moved around a lot. It was just sort of part of life, it always took me a while to make new friends, but I inevitably did. I thought everyone did that until I was in middle school. As an adult, I too have been somewhat nomadic – not between great distances but every few years, my scenery has to change, even if it’s just the arrangement of walls.
I’ve been contemplating such a move for quite some time, I also didn’t much like my apartment. Tuesday morning, I was rudely awakened at 4 a.m. to what I’m pretty sure were gunshots. Pretty damn close to my place. I sat up for an hour locked and loaded, ready to defend my home. Having lost sleep again (yes, again) over such a scary incidence, and being exhausted, Wednesday I looked at a new place, and yesterday pulled the trigger and got it. The manchild, I and a few friends moved most of my stuff in last night after I got off work. I’m glad nothing happened that night in my apartment, I’m glad nothing has ever happened aside from deceptive trade practices by overeager towing companies. Nevertheless, it was extreme motivation, and I took action.
I believe change to be the only constant in life, I also know that we ALL get complacent sometimes, I believe I was there. So, complacency no more! Change is stimulating, exciting and inspiring. Much like when I thought about moving to Colorado and was gone within a few days – in my later years I’ve become impulsive and quick to make decisions for fear I would talk myself out of them. “Let cooler heads prevail” is a boring way to live all the time. It’s a nice place to visit, but I like impulse, I like action, I like to make big changes for the better that inspire me to do more. I didn’t commit very long to it, not like in the past where I commit a year. My station in life is changing, my son is almost a consenting adult, the world is open in ways it hasn’t been before..I look forward to all the things tomorrow and the days after will bring. My past few years, while plagued by turmoil intermittently, have been some of the best of my life. You can read about my past seven years here in the Archives of MouthyGirl.
Even during hard times, I’m happy about my life, and where I am with it, who I have in it, and who I can count on. There’s even a sort of serious thing brewing that I haven’t shared with y’all yet.
Maybe next time:)