Are You My City?
I'm on a journey of sorts as I drive solo across the U.S. from Burlington, Vermont to Austin, Texas.
History and life say I should find my way back to Austin, but opportunity may take me elsewhere. There's something incredibly liberating about being a free agent professionally.
For the first time in a while, I'm not stalled out on a prescribed track of success. Instead, I'm taking the next few months to say "yes" to every meeting and explore opportunity and what people really need from a communications professional. I've explored many companies, agencies and other positions so far and all seem perfectly adequate in their own right.
However, the powerful combination of faith and instinct tell me to relax, enjoy the time off, and be patient, because something incredible is in store...and it might not be anything I could have anticipated or defined on my own.
In fact, I'm learning what I really need from work. I'm finding my talents and capabilities might very well find their own way to a long-term gig, but location is still unknown.
So I'm officially a vagabond.
Not entirely homeless, per se, but I've separated myself from my worldly belongings (save my closet. Really? You think I could live out of a suitcase alone indefinitely? That's banananananas.) Everything I own that I don't need for the next few months is in storage in Burlington until I know where to send it. Thirty individual items such as furniture and the ironing board, plus 60 boxes - 30 of which are books, hide away in a climate-controlled crate somewhere outside of town.
I'm blessed with family-like friends in many cities that I enjoy visiting. Each city so far holds occupational promise, as well as it's own shining possibilities and delusions of grandeur. And fittingly, each city and its resident friend(s) reflect each other. This feeds directly into the idea that we don't always choose our homes, sometimes they choose us.
So stay tuned as I wander around this great nation to find my permanent place. Up next are profiles of my time in each city. But for now, it's food. Plain and simple.
I'm HANGRY. (<--- not a typo.)
With love and expectation,
The Megster
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I personally have found the life of a vagabond / nomad to be the most rewarding. While at times I have envied the semblance of stability and consistency many of my friends seem to have in their lives, I cannot, now, imagine my path any differently. It would be a lie if I said I was, right now, where I expected to be 13 years ago when I went to college. It would equally be a lie to say that my journey has had anything akin to a linear progression. However, this topsy turvy way in which I have accidentally chosen to live my life has led me to amazing friends, and family, that I never would have known. The idea of going back and altering even one of my life-detours is unimaginable.
You know me - I am not one for spirituality...But I believe, if we are open to it, we will always end up where we belong when we belong there. It may not make sense at the time - but when reflecting upon the trails we have taken they always seem to fit just right. So while all of my worldly belongings (save my closet as well!), including about 30+ boxes of books, will rest securely in Washington - I have no idea where my little journey will take me (though I'm crossing my fingers for D.C.). Wherever it is, I expect the wandering (and brilliant) Megster to come visit the home that, while never geographically stable, is always open to her ;)
The only city we know you won't pick is Burlington. Boo. Please be sure to post lots of pictures when you can too! Missing you in VT.
I hope it's Austin!! YAY...you said hangry! :) Miss you Megs!