moving sucks
I'm in the process right now of settling all that needs to be settled before I head out of Cincinnati (again). I have been in the process of moving WAY to many times in the past few years. To be precise, I have moved 5 times in the past two years. I am tired of moving. Mind you that the past three moves have been within the same city, but it's still a matter of packing, unpacking, settling, and re-packing again. This is the one apartment that I have felt is like a home to me. It is my place. My roomie and I have decorated. Things are actually coordinated to match, like a grown-up apartment. I have crap in every room of the apartment except my roomate's bedroom. I have settled here. Honestly, it's the first time that I have called Cincinnati "home" in the three years that I have lived here...and now I am moving away. I knew that this would be a challenge when I accepted a mission in Miami, FL..but it's still hard and I don't like it.
posted by Juliet at
1:09 PM
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I hear ya. This is the first August since 1998 that hasn't involved a move.
This time I really wish I was moving, though.
And no John, that doesn't mean I'm coming back to cincy.
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Unknown, at 9:25 AM
Since 2002, I've moved four times. And I am contemplating another one, a more final one. Here I am in a society that grows more and more expensive and I contemplate investing. There's the obvious, surface definition of what I mean by "investing" that strikes one first. As a young professional in a field not known for drawing in the millions, how/why on earth can I buy an apartment? Yes, it's a HUGE stretch and things will be tight for a couple of years, but why keep sharing a place and paying rent (dumping money down the drain), when I can get a sizeable studio and start to really own something. And hopefully the bubble won't pop; hopefully I can make a mint when I sell it one day.
However, there is a deeper part to the "investing." Over the past couple of years, I have flitted about, not really knowing where "home" is/was. Sure, my long stint of 1.5 years in a City A had elements of home: a network of people, connections to a spirituality and a community surrounding it, a lovely home (albeit an apartment rental), etc. However, career and goal-wise, it held little. And well, there is a fire that needs to be fed.
So, here I am...in a place that has it all for me (although some takes significantly more digging to find). And I am thinking about cementing the fact that it will be my last move for a long, long while. No more packing up to start afresh when those boxes get emptied again.
That's as scary as moving.
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Anonymous, at 12:52 PM
I don't know when I'll settle...I'm so indecisive. It will take quite a bit to keep me standing still for a while. It is my instinct to stay, but I just keeping searching for something better. I'm not sure when or if that something better will ever come. I guess we'll just wait and see.
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Juliet, at 2:16 PM
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