I'm obsessed with the idea of a new apartment right now. Knowing that the market down here is ridiculously competitive + the fact that I'd like to find a home we stay at for a few years, securing a place that fits our needs in a 'hood we want is really all I think about on my down time. Which made me think about how often I am looking towards the next big thing after already getting what I want (actually seeing how I put a lot of leg work into these transitions, I'd like to say after I work hard to make what I want happen :).
For instance, when we lived in Portland in a no pet unit, all I wanted was to move so we could get a dog. I prodded and prodded until finally Jay saw the light of what a furry pet would do for us. So we painstakingly packed up our life, moved to another downtown building a few blocks away, got a dog and I was super happy.
Amidst that, I was still pestering for another move: One out of Portland. And I begged and pleaded with Jay on making a transition with me to a new city for literally years. I wanted to experience something else and if I wanted to make it happen, I had to present my case to a husband whose life would also be shifting. So I relentlessly pursued this with him and endlessly tried to open him up to the idea and evenntuaalllly, it happened. And I was super happy for the gift of the adventure (with said dog in tow to boot!).
^I'm pretty good at picking guys & dogs
And now, here I am again, pursuing another move to a new building as the one we're in doesn't suit us for the long term (we don't plan to buy a home until we know what life will look like in the coming years). And I'm beginning to wonder if this need to constantly look ahead to what is next considered a detriment or an asset? On one hand, it's propelling us to take these steps that further our life and goals. On the other hand, I fear that I'm not taking any time to smell the roses.
However, the dog was
a good the best choice. San Francisco was a positive decision not just self-exploratory wise but also when it came to our careers. So something tells me that I just may be on to something in my continued efforts to propel life. Maybe it's okay to never be "done". Maybe it's all about looking to the next chapter while you still write the pages of your current one. I'm not sure.
But in the meantime, don't even bother talking to me unless it has to do with furniture or great available apartments with a foyer and on top of a coffee shop because that is the name of the game.