I have contemplated moving to three different locations over the course of this month.
It seems, my blog readers, that I have become burnt out.
In an effort to shake things up, I have been cooking up elaborate life-changing plans.
I first considered moving to England. I figured if I’m going to move out of the country, by myself, I should probably go somewhere where they speak English.
I also enjoy a fair amount of tea and wouldn’t mind meeting a nice London chap, falling in love, and building a nice little cottage home somewhere.
My initial plan was to spring this on a longtime chat buddy, Joe. Joe and I met when I first discovered the internet. I was on a site called vampirefreaks.com, trying desperately to keep tabs on my emo ex boyfriend. He sent me a message and well, we were “in like” at first click.
As I approached the topic of visiting he was more than enthused, he was thrilled. We mulled over how much to save, what to bring, and what sites there were to see. As I approached the topic of studying abroad for a semester he became skittish and it was very apparent that England wouldn’t do at all.
I decided to keep the trend going with location two and shoot for another English-speaking country, Ireland. My roommate and I have always had a dream to go there and after several viewings of “P.S. I Love You”, we decided we must move there, find a Gerard Butler look-alike, and be next door neighbors for life.
Plans still are being hashed out, but it’s proving to be quite difficult with our schedules and money flow.
Location three seems to be more feasible, San Francisco. This location is not as exotic as I would like it to be, but it is more practical. I have a close friend who moved there from Chico and raves about the events, men, and nightlife. I also have a roommate who is planning on moving there soon, for schooling.
It seems to be the best plan so far, if all works out.
The problem with burnt out plans is that the person executing them lacks interest in doing much of anything.
It takes genuine effort these days to gather energy to check the mail, much less plan a cross-country voyage.
For now I’ll ponder what could be and try to narrow down plans.
I’ll leave you with one question: Where do you dream of moving to in the future?
Let me know in the comments below!
Sheeb, I adore you <3 You do realize that though they speak English in Ireland, they also speak Gaelic, right? And Gaelic is super hard to learn.
And plus if you move, then you have to leave and I stop getting random midnight phone calls about homework assignments