The itch

Every now and then I go a little craZy. This craZy, with a capital Z involves feeling an almost irresistible urge to travel, or uproot and move. I'm hoping with all my might that if this happens, boy will find a way to follow me asap, or I'll have to come back. But I'm not feeling at home where I am. I'm not feeling like I should be here, not feeling like this is my place.

Sacrifice sacrifice... blah blah blah. Both of us have career goals. Neither of our goals are really being met. Neither of us really loves it here. So I've started looking for jobs in the city. I figure if I work far enough away i'll have an excuse to get my own place, a place where we can make a big mess together and not have to clean it up for housemate. A place where housemate isn't invited by default to every outing. If I live near the city I'll still be close enough to visit boy on a whim, and he'll be able to visit me.

I've also started looking for jobs in other states, I've started looking for jobs in Australia, New Zealand and Canada. And I've finally found firms I'm interested in. I'm finally feeling a sense of excitement about going somewhere new, somewhere with less family history, somewhere different than here. Don't get me wrong, I've not stopped looking for excitement and adventure and LIFE here. but some places just don't fit.

I don't want to sacrifice a year or two of my life at a firm I'm just not interested in; in a city I just don't feel at home in; with a housemate I'm not excited about. The details all seem to be adding up.

So here I go applying to jobs in the city, Australia, New Zealand and Canada: off with the first portfolio today. I'm really hoping for that golden ticket OUT OF HERE.