I had an interesting conversation with a friend this weekend about settling down (nothing mind you, I need to worry about as a 20-year-old). After telling him that, once again, I am packing up my bags and going somewhere new (Italy!), he asked me if I ever got tired of moving around and told me that come five or six years from now I will probably want to settle down, that’s how life goes.
Well the conversation made me think. The thought of settling down, not having to constantly figure out cable rates and where the best place to get cardboard boxes is, sounds lovely but frightening. In my experience you get somewhere new, get comfortable, make friends and everything finally starts to feel right, but it is inevitable that some form of earthquake will come. Something will shake the very foundation you worked so hard to build. You have options: you can stay and desperately try to fill in the cracks that have formed, working towards the semblance of what was once there. However you can also run-find somewhere new, reinvent yourself and pretend that that earthquake never happened. This is the choice I usually make. Reinvention is my salvation.
I’ll settle down one day, but it will take someone who will hide my running shoes and weather the storm with me.
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