Lately, I’ve been thinking about moving. Oh, I’m not going to go anywhere (most likely), but this line of thinking stirs up frequently in my head. It is a familiar refrain. I realized today that when I was younger I had a sort-of self identifier of “I move. It’s what I do.”
I moved frequently growing up, and then continued that trend into my adult life. For many years I had a ritual of listening to Bowie’s “Ziggy Stardust” while packing. Now when I hear it, I get a strong desire to dip back into the unknown.
There is a feeling I always get when packing my stuff up for a move. Most of the moves I’ve made have been to cities I’ve never even visited. Leaving is a looking forward to the possibilities. I don’t know what is next, and that is exciting. I’ve always loved that feeling and it is part of what drives me to make those big changes. The idea of what might be out there is so much better than the present reality (even if the present is pretty okay), that I take that leap into the unfamiliar.
A bunch of years ago I made a promise to myself that I wouldn’t move /from/ anymore, but I would only move if I had some compelling reason to move /to/. This requires me to not pack up and get in my car and drive drive drive when that GO feeling tightens my chest. It also means that when I consider the idea of changing locations, I have to really look and see if I am moving towards a better possible future, or moving away from some frustration or disappointment.
As they say in business, “location is everything.”
How do you know if the location you live is right for you?