And you already know that everything about that guy, I would become. When reading his stuff I have a hard time separating what I'd do from what he's done.
Here's where I'm at, then. That turning forty thing is taking a slow toll, sinking in. Nothing sudden about it. I'm not going to buy a convertible sports saloon. I'm not going to dump my wife for a teenage bride. I'm not about to join a religion or a cult. But I am slowly finding a pole around which to gather my Self. Things piled up, avoided. Turns taken. Never did enjoy doing things the easy way.
The wife, after years of leaving us in a temporary frame of mind decided a few years ago (when she was still in academia) that we liked Austin and we were going to stay. Then she lost her job and her only friend, and we became temporary again. I haven't had the heart to tell her that I'm not temporary; we're staying. If we go anywhere, it'll be my call, and for reasons beyond needing to apply her education to a task.
I like Seattle. I love the idea of moving up there. The details, though, are where the devil hangs out and where we lose traction. If we do something as large as a move across the country, it needs to be forever and it needs to be for reasons. Now, Texas running out of water is a good reason, and any of my soulful longing can be easily uprooted by a natural disaster, but our reasoning will have to fall along those lines.
I'm tired of temporary. Been living temporary for too long. Actually putting a root down somewhere seems like an odd thing, actually. Requires commitment.
All of this, of course, also relies on the economy. The downturn hasn't touched us. Austin is ripe with jobs and expensive housing. But when my current employer sells themselves to a Very Large Defense Contractor and I find myself at the loud end of some TPS reports, I'm going to move on. If that moving on means finding a career outside of IT, or outside of Austin, so be it. But it is high time I was allowed to make that choice.
And if I got to choose, I'd be in northern New Mexico or far west Texas, picking the dirt from my grin.
All I have to do is move heaven and earth to get there.
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