All summer I’ve been getting a bit more down every day. I didn’t notice it at the time, but I see the pattern now. I need to start paying more attention to the patterns in my life. They’re there, but sometimes I just don’t see them. :blush:
Anyway. I’ve been living in this City for just over 5 years now and even though I’ve had several overseas trips in that time, I’m feeling restless. I’ve considered moving back to BC. I miss the mountains. I miss the lakes. I miss the martial arts. (I can’t find any Dojo’s in this city that are open during the day.) My feet are itching to move on, and my spirit craves a change. 😎
The really dysfunctional thing about these feelings is that all I’ve ever really wanted was to find a place I could call home. You see, when I was growing up we used to move every couple of years. And I’m not talking to another house, or even another city. These moves were always to another province. By the time I was 11 I’d lived in 5 provinces and 7 cities. So you can see why I’d long for a place where I felt I fit. Yet, even as an adult on my own. I can’t seem to change the habit. Since I left home at 17 life has been a bit more stable…I’ve lived in only 3 provinces and moved 5 times. But then again, I’ve travelled to 9 foriegn countries and stayed out of Canada for up to six months at a time.
I’m like a migratory bird or something. :confused:
Part of me thinks if I can manage to stay in one place for a longer period of time that I can build a home around me. That I can carve my own little niche. But that belief only holds me in place for a while. Then when (notice I don’t say if?) I feel that it isn’t happening I leave again.
I thought a little holiday in Greece would shake the restlessness for while. And it did. But I’ve discovered that a two and half week holiday doesn’t give my gypsy soul as much juice as a three to six month jaunt through a foreign country.
I’m not ready to move on yet. There are certain goals I’ve set for myself before I move on again so I needed to change SOMETHING to satisfy my restlessness. What did I do? I got my hair chopped off.
Some of you will understand why this has cheered me up, some of you won’t. But it has. I feel lighter and more energetic already…and I have a new story idea to work on so I’m done spilling my guts for now! 😉
:hehe:Did you go out and have a wash and cut, I find that so refreshing, although the last time I just took the sissors out and hacked off about 8 inches.
My hubby is just the opposite about the moving thing as are most of his sibs, they moved about every four years as children,(we moved once) first a couple houses in Holland and then too many to count in the Lower Mainland. We have moved once since our marriage, 17 years ago and that was 5 miles down the road.
Sasha you need to do something else that feeds your soul, something as rewarding to you as dojo, and don’t miss going to the gym. Remember what Sir J said about physical excercise clearing the brain. 🙂
Oh, I totally understand the haircut thing. I always feel so good after a big change in my hair. I love new styles. I have a friend who is 39, who has NEVER changed her hairstyle. It’s the same today as it was when I met her 14 years ago. I don’t understand that. I need change.
And I understand your need to move. I was like that until I got married, and now that we HAVE to move every 2-3 years, I want to settle down. Don’t know if that would last, though, if we ever actually do settle down. I know I definitely feel the need to travel. I hear Europe calling me now…
You sound alot like me Larissa. I want to settle, but I can’t seem to. You might be surpised how you feel when you do finally settle.
As for the gym. I do still workout, but the gym is boring. I often remember Sir J’s comments. and it usually does get me onto the treadmill. 🙂
😀 Sasha you need to take up golf! Ask Sarak to take you when you are in Vancouver. Saturday I play 18 holes on a Championship course, I only had one hole I am proud of so after 135 strokes I was so tired and hyped up on red juice to care.
My proudest hole was the 9th, I don’t drink but when we were offered shotters of Kulua and milk at the tee, I refused even as I tossed it back…only hole I got better then a double bogey on.
I like what Dianna said about feeding your soul. I’ve felt just like you do my whole life (and used to move every five years). Maybe not the need to move but the feeling i was in the wrong place. I still feel it but it’s not as bad. Not as urgent. If it were just me, I’d take off but I have kids so we’re working on it. 😉
As to the hair, I cut mine off regularly :hehe: