On moving in the literal sense.
I am glad I didn't schedule much this weekend; I even broke some plans today because I have had a splitting headache with some lightheadedness. I slept in until almost 1pm. Other than that, it's just cuddling up and watching movies with J. Note: The Mist was the wrong choice for a crappy day; Robin Hood: Men In Tights was a much better one. Feeling the need to hermit. Also play with a kitten, which I have done.
Also feeling the need to move. J and I were talking earlier-- after my last breakup, I was at a point where, with the exception of a few close friends and my dance community, I had absolutely nothing tying me to Baltimore. The urge to pick up and leave was strong. And after J and I got together, that calmed a little bit, but has been making itself known again. I just feel like there's an elsewhere I need to be. I don't want to get too stagnant or complacent. I want to experience another place, and new people, and something other than what I've grown up with. I've always wanted to live in England, but I don't know how realistic that is. Really, the only things I need are a liberal climate, someplace not too cold, and somewhere with a strong dance and arts community. Given the opportunity, J would move out to Colorado in a heartbeat to be closer to Breckinridge, but that's just a little too chilly for me. I hear Portland's nice. I already have friends there. And somewhere with a real Autumn is highly desirable.
Anyhow, we talked about it. I told him that before I have kids rooting me to a place, I need to live somewhere else for awhile. He's had similar feelings, but it's a little harder for him because he's extremely close to his family. Preferably, I'd like to move inside of a year. Time to start planning to make that a reality.
Also feeling the need to move. J and I were talking earlier-- after my last breakup, I was at a point where, with the exception of a few close friends and my dance community, I had absolutely nothing tying me to Baltimore. The urge to pick up and leave was strong. And after J and I got together, that calmed a little bit, but has been making itself known again. I just feel like there's an elsewhere I need to be. I don't want to get too stagnant or complacent. I want to experience another place, and new people, and something other than what I've grown up with. I've always wanted to live in England, but I don't know how realistic that is. Really, the only things I need are a liberal climate, someplace not too cold, and somewhere with a strong dance and arts community. Given the opportunity, J would move out to Colorado in a heartbeat to be closer to Breckinridge, but that's just a little too chilly for me. I hear Portland's nice. I already have friends there. And somewhere with a real Autumn is highly desirable.
Anyhow, we talked about it. I told him that before I have kids rooting me to a place, I need to live somewhere else for awhile. He's had similar feelings, but it's a little harder for him because he's extremely close to his family. Preferably, I'd like to move inside of a year. Time to start planning to make that a reality.