I am really good at some things, and really bad at others. The fact that I am not well-rounded means that I have so far led a mostly unsuccessful life.
If I want to look at the bad side of this, I would think: Again? Am I really moving far away and starting over again? This is ridiculous. I am far too old to be having this kind of “adventure.”
This point is especially driven home by my surroundings. I am staying with my aunt and uncle. Well, sort of. My “aunt” is really my mom’s cousin. These people have been living in the same house since 1975. They have been married for 40 years. My sort-of uncle worked at the patent office for 32 years, and is now retired with a comfortable pension. They have children and grandchildren. I can’t agree with everything they’ve done, but they’ve made a comfortable life for themselves. I certainly haven’t.
But if I choose to look at this from a positive perspective, then you know what, this really is an adventure. Virginia is not even in the top 20 places I’d move to voluntarily. But I’ve never spent any real time here as an adult, so it’s new to me.
I’m at the point where I’m struggling to get to a stable state. One of the things I’m not good at is driving to places I’ve never been before. Of all the areas I’ve spent time driving around in, D.C. is by far the worst. At this point, just finding my way to Whole Foods and then back home without getting lost seems like a major achievement. This won’t last, of course.
Still, though. I have to get serious about my life. I’m certainly not getting any younger.