Moving On

I never thought I'd write words like these, but I'm finally at a place in my life where I'm ready to move on from my current location (physically and ...).

I've moved back to town (twice) since graduating high school; therapists would say I was trying to recapture something that I'd had in high school. The people I attended school with was an exceptional group of over-achievers. I have good memories of high school (selective memory at work) and often reminisce about not only the people and places, but also popular culture of the time.

When my 10 year reunion came about in 1994, I was so very excited. I had a great time visiting with my classmates and catching up on their lives. (Sidenote generalization: I thought it was interesting that the "cool" cliche from HS had peaked at 17 and were then leading unproductive, uneventful, unloved lives.)

But now that I'm getting another degree (that will require a move to get the kind of job I'm aiming for) and my 20 year reunion is on the horizon, I'm ready to move on. This town is nothing like it was 20 years ago, I'm nothing like I was 20 years ago. With only one exception that I can think of, the reasons for which I moved back here are all gone. Since the most important things in my life (my family and my faith) can move with me, it's time to move on.