“Midnight Train to Georgia” or “In a Mood Pensive”
So we’re almost finished packing up the apartment getting ready to leave tomorrow. I’m not looking forward to the long drive. It’s funny, I’ve always looked forward, with eager anticipation, to moving to a new area, often with less “emotional detachment difficulties” than the friends and family I left behind. I’ve always had the luxury of being able to look forward to the next big new thing I was moving to, weather it was a new job or new surroundings. I’ve always had the next new thing securely in hand. This time, however, will be the first time I’ll be moving to a cold start, that is without having a job in hand or having secured a place to stay. Both of which I’ll be working vigorously to secure before too long.
I wonder if this is how the old pioneers felt when leaving in their wagon trains to settle the untamed west. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not worried, I’m just concerned =) Moving to the west coast has been a goal of mine for the past six or seven years. Ever since the first time I went to California I’ve been in love with the west coast. That love affair was rekindled after my first trip to Seattle and its still simmers in the back of my mind like the long awaited unrealized desires of childhood fantasies. Yet, at the same time I’m starting to suffer from those same “emotional detachment difficulties” that my friends and families have suffered so oft as I satisfied my wanderlust. Could it be that I’m beginning to (ugh!) “settle down” in my old age?
Music: Underworld, “Two Months Off”