The summer is beginning and already I’m exhausted.
I begin to think about all the amazing things about summer – running barefoot through grass, lying on the sun-warmed earth, having time off to just watch clouds float by – and then I remember that I work full time, year round, now that I am an adult, and summer becomes an oppressive tease. My mind skips over to the thought of leaving my job, moving to cheaper accommodations, and making it work with less so that I can enjoy more (time, flexibility, freedom). Am I ready to make such a huge shift?
I think about all that I stand to lose – my ‘adult’ apartment that is all my own, my insanely fast internet (laugh, but having slower internet or less bandwidth would change a lot for me!), maybe my balcony garden… And then all that I stand to gain: a neighborhood that actually feels like one, real neighbors (not phantoms I sometimes – rarely – hear through soundproofed walls or – even more rarely – see in the hall), a sense of being surrounded by the city rather than residing on its outskirts, indie coffee shops on every corner, a dramatically shorter walk to friends’ places and cool hangouts… Maybe this is more of a no-brainer than I thought?
Before I am even remotely ready to make such a change, though, I’ll need to declutter my life and minimize, minimize, minimize. Being settled in a long-term relationship somehow triggered my nesting instincts, and I’ve acquired a great deal of things that I no longer need. Step one will be to divest myself of unnecessary baggage before having to pack up the more-necessary items to take with me to a new place.
Step one: de-clutter life. make room for new possibilities.
Suddenly I’m feeling a little less exhausted and a lot more optimistic. This will be a terrific summer.