I have not decided where home is. Is it people, is it infrastructure? Both, perhaps? I struggle with this question every time my lease is up for renewal. My apartment has served me well over the past 3 years; great location, safe, covered parking, excellent view, but my commute is awful and my rent is too high.
I don’t feel like moving is the best decision for the Bean and I, but it doesn’t keep the internal struggle from happening. The truth is that I struggle with the fact that there is nothing that really holds me to this place. I have few friends, albeit wonderful ones, and a decent job. Love is lacking, bad memories were made here…Donald Trump could win the presidency. All real issues.
Most days I resign myself to the fact that I am going to stay in MA for the long haul, but there is something out there that I crave. What? I’ll know when I find it. It just isn’t here. However, in the next couple of months I am likely going to sign a new lease with my place. That will be the start of year 4. I truly never thought I would stay in one place I didn’t own this long.
Oh well, I know it will all fall into place.