It’s only been two months in this particular house and we’re already scheming about the end of our lease, roughly one year from now.
A Big Move, westward bound.
The idea is merely a thought bubble floating above our heads- but even the thought of moving across the country, away from my family, gives me anxiety. There is not one family member who lives outside of Pennsylvania. And being unable to see my parents at least once every couple of weeks actually brings me to tears.
But we’re young and antsy. I fear that I’m settling down too quickly, getting too comfortable and accepting the monotony our lives are beginning to settle into. It’s not okay. We need more.
There’s still a year until this happens and who knows what can occur between now and then that may prevent us from making this huge move, but the idea has been thrown onto the table and it’s best that we do not ignore it.
Every life needs a little adventure.