Not only is there no one job I want for the rest of my life, but I’m starting to wonder if there exists any one place I want to live for the rest of my life.
Places I’ve lived: Scranton, PA; Hyde Park, NY; Asheville, NC; Portland, OR; Boston,MA; Domdidier, Switzerland; Bethesda, MD
Is it the place or the people or the life you create for yourself?
Those of us that have family that we actually like spending time with have somewhat of a debate. Do we stay/move back to where our family is even if it’s not a place we ourselves would necessarily choose for any other reason? Or do we take off and try to make our own life for ourselves in a place we think we’d like more?
Is it really location, location, location as they say in real estate? Or is it something else?
There’s something about living in a town where I walk into a bar and the bartender, whom I don’t recognize, sees me looking around and says “You’re brother is over there.” How did he know?!
There’s something about living in a town where it will cost $400 to get my piano moved into my new place, but my family knows someone who moves pianos, and my brother and my dad and a couple others jump in to help and we all make out on the deal.
But there’s something to being anonymous. To making your own way. Finding a job without using your father’s connections. Finding a place to live without your parents having seen it first. Living close enough, yet far enough away.
I don’t know the “right” answer. I don’t think there is one. It’s different for each person. For a few years now I thought I’d become one of the youngest snowbirds – those people that go to Florida (or some other warm locale) for a few months every year when the winters in the northeast make my mood go south. Can you have the best of both worlds? I think so. Or at least I’m going to find out….