Faraway Fantasy Friday: Moving On

In contemplating moving to "The City" (San Fran) I went through several emotions, dozens of times. I'm still going through that emotional cycle. This is a BIG change.

The process of getting me to consider this move has gone something like this:

Phase One:
-Oy vey, I'm bored.
-I need to change something.
-Maybe I'll pack up and move to New York, Florida, Rome, Fiji, Australia...
-I'm going to need a job.
-There aren't any jobs.
-What should I do.
-UGH.
-I'm bored.


Phase Two:
-If I move to San Francisco I can keep my job (which I love) and still be close to family (which is important to me for the first time in my life. Don't judge.)
-But I've never liked San Francisco. When I leave I feel like dipping my entire body in disinfectant (and I'm not a germaphobe).
-I'll ignore that inkling.
-It doesn't ignore me.
-Find amazing deal on an adorable apartment at random (? or was it?)
-Love the apartment.
-Think about making an offer on it, which leads me to this:

Current phase:
-Abject horror
-Queasy excitement
-Nervous stomach
-Scared to leave my current situation behind (Because it's good. It's really good. Except I'm bored.)
-Went ahead and made an offer and spent last night interviewing with the owner (which went exceptionally well, I'm happy to report.)
-Now I'm waiting to hear if I got the apartment.
-I shift back and forth between making lists of all of the addresses I'll have to change, the crap I'll have to get rid of and thinking to myself "It's not too late, you can just back out now and keep on keepin' on in your current place."

-And then I think: "I don't really want to do that. And since when am I a little chicken who would rather sit at home than go out and explore????? Wanderlust trumps comfort zone every time. I'm ready. It's time."

It's time to unpackage this neatly stifling little life I've created so carefully for myself over the last four years. It's time to mix it up and step out of the comfort zone; Throw caution to the wind and jump on the proverbial cruise ship to see where the winds will take me.

I'm coming to terms with the fact that I'm really excited for this. And me, the suburban country travelaholic, is ready to shed those old portraits of self image and paint some new ones.

So maybe I'll get this apartment. Maybe not. All in all, this process has been good and important and I'll keep looking for the right situation to come along if this one doesn't work out.

Bring it on.