It’s been 10 months since I moved back to the mountains, and 7 months since I started my new job. And there is not one ounce of doubt that moving back was the right decision for me. That said…
I am bored.
And to be honest, this is a good thing. I was so miserable a year ago that I didn’t have the mental capacity to be bored. I was just existing. Now my mind is clear(er) and my stress is all but gone. I’m keeping busy with work, and my projects and my blogs. Still,
I spent the better part of the weekend watching foreign movies. One of my favorites is an Italian flick called Bread and Tulips. It’s the story of a middle-aged woman who gets left behind during a bus tour with her family. She ultimately finds herself stranded in Venice and seemlessly begins a new life. Sounds divine, doesn’t it? It’s a fairytale, I know. But I can’t help but shake this desire to just pick up and start all over again. I fantasize about giving way all my earthly belongings, hopping in the car and just taking off.
I desperately need an adventure.
I don’t think I’ve ever had a really great adventure. Yes, I’ve packed up car and moved across country a couple of times. But I just ended up with another unfulfilling job in another city that, after a while, looked just like the one I left. I don’t think I know how to do something truly exciting without completely uprooting my life.
I guess this is just one more thing to add to my “to-do” list. Kind of takes the thrill out of it, though. Like scheduling time to be spontaneous. Still, it’s something I need to think about. And soon. Once the winter doldrums set in, I’m a goner!