Not tied down
I’ve lived in California most of my life, but in 7 different cities. The rest of my life has been spent in Arizona, Oregon, and Utah. The bottom line with having been rather nomadic growing up is that where I live really doesn’t matter to me.
It occurred to me today that the only reason I haven’t been looking at jobs in New York (or elsewhere) is that there are people in Southern California that rely on me to be around. I have a rather unhealthy family and am, quite literally, the only one who looks after everyone. But the truth is, if I had no responsibilities to attend to locally, I have absolutely no problem moving. In fact, it doesn’t phase me in the slightest.
I have a few friends who are currently moving around the country, and to them it is such a big deal and, often times, a very difficult process. For me, I could be packed up in a day, throw away 90% of my belongings in the process, and just leave without ever regretting it.
I’ve done it before. I know.
I never keep physical items for very long, I put very little sentimental value in anything material. I moved to Los Angeles with $600 and whatever belongings fit inside my Honda Civic. I only made one trip.
Anyways, this is a rather pointless entry. I guess I’m just realizing that I’ve been raised in such a way that I am not comfortable being in one place for too long. You can probably assume that I will be in the Los Angeles area for at least a couple more years… but I wouldn’t put too many bets on it beyond that.