Ever so often I start to think about traveling somewhere exotic (wishful thinking, of course), moving to a big city, or pushing a "start-over" button. I think I was born in the wrong part of the world...I would have made a really great nomad. Just moving along, never really settling down, never getting bored, never growing roots and realizing you're stuck where you are. Some people hate change, but I crave it.
I interviewed a couple times last week for a job that would pay more and allow me to continue to expand my comfort zone, but also saddle me with more responsibility and more hours. I don't even really know why I was looking for jobs...just a change of pace I guess ( the nomad in me?). I mean, I like everyone I work with, and I haven't learned everything there is to know in my current position (not that I even think that's possible). And I have flexibility of scheduling in my job now, which will not be the case in the other job. But the thing that lures me most about the new job is the possibility of further movement, which is something not really possible where I am now.
Anyway, it's another dreary Sunday...rainy, dark, and cold. I've been cleaning all day, trying to get myself back in order after last week's crime scares (my neighborhood was hit countless times in burglaries and I was a bit freaked out since I live alone). Anyway, the perpetrators have been arrested and so now I have no excuse. Dinner's in the oven, and I have candles, bath salts, and good wine all set for a relaxing evening.
I interviewed a couple times last week for a job that would pay more and allow me to continue to expand my comfort zone, but also saddle me with more responsibility and more hours. I don't even really know why I was looking for jobs...just a change of pace I guess ( the nomad in me?). I mean, I like everyone I work with, and I haven't learned everything there is to know in my current position (not that I even think that's possible). And I have flexibility of scheduling in my job now, which will not be the case in the other job. But the thing that lures me most about the new job is the possibility of further movement, which is something not really possible where I am now.
Anyway, it's another dreary Sunday...rainy, dark, and cold. I've been cleaning all day, trying to get myself back in order after last week's crime scares (my neighborhood was hit countless times in burglaries and I was a bit freaked out since I live alone). Anyway, the perpetrators have been arrested and so now I have no excuse. Dinner's in the oven, and I have candles, bath salts, and good wine all set for a relaxing evening.
P.S. Those are nomads...couldn't you see the resemblance?
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