I have recently moved up a bit in my job, and have taken on more responsibility, with the prospect of moving into a higher position in the not too distant future. I have put some money down to reserve a townhome so I can get out of apartments and build up equity. I have been considering making a major commitment and getting a dog, since I probably won’t be getting a wife or even a g/f for quite a while, to share my place and life with. In essence, despite my resisting, I am becoming an adult at 37.
Now suddenly I am getting the urge to hit the road. I have been in Houston for almost 8 years now. This is the longest I have been in one place working at the same location since I moved out of my parents house. I find myself dreaming about saddling up my horse and riding off into the sunset, so to speak. I feel I want to explore strange new lands, seek out new life and new civilizations, to boldly go where no Rowsdower has gone before. I want to go west, to Arizona, New Mexico or possibly Nevada or whereever my wandering feet lead me.
Am I afraid to settle down? Am I running away from something? Am I afraid I will miss out on some great or imaginary opportunity? Do I just want to get further away from my family, who mostly live in the DFW area? And what about Scarecrow’s brain?
Unfortunately I do not know the answer to any of these questions. It is now past 1am here and the glass of wine and couple of beers has not helped me answer any of these questions.
So, why am I posting this waste of bandwith? You may ask. I don’t know. At least it’s not another Batman vs. thread. Anyway, maybe writing this down will help out somewhat. Oh well, I think I will accidently click on the submit button rather than the preview so I can get some sleep.