I watched this video this morning. I took it from here. And I cried a little. Maybe I’m ridiculous, but it makes me feel bad. Isn’t that stupid? A fast- motion video of fog makes me feel like I haven’t done anything with my life. It makes me want to move. Or to start over. Or something.
My husband picked up and moved to San Francisco in the early 2000s. I guess he needed to get the hell out of dodge, but he went. He packed up his stuff into his car and drove across the country to California and set up shop. He made new friends, made a home for himself, made a new life. I have never done that. When I picked up and moved it was to Gaithersburg, Maryland, and it was because of some guy (who ended up being really bad for me) and my sister and brother- in- law already lived there. Hell of an adventure, huh? Way to be impetuous, Sarah. Even now, I find myself jealous of the years my husband had living alone in a beautiful city, away from everything he knew, in a place so different than before. I never did that. I’ve lived within 200 miles of home my whole life. I still see my mother at least once a week. I know 15 different ways to get anywhere around here because these are the same roads I have traveled for 35 years. I want to go. Somewhere. Somewhere different. Somewhere interesting. Somewhere I can be excited to wake up in every morning.
I want my daughter to experience things and places other than our little town. I want her to know that there is a world out there that expands far past the borders of New Jersey, New York and Pennsylvania, but I also want her to have a stability that only home can bring. Shit, I want to be reminded that there is a world out there beyond the tri- state. That life does not begin and end crossing the GWB.
Matt gets homesick for California every once in a while. I can see it. He talks about driving to Big Sur or Tahoe or some coffee shop in the Sunset and his eyes light up. I know he misses it. I know life here in suburban New Jersey doesn’t hold a candle to Northern California. But our family is here, and that is why we are here. It’s the reason he left San Francisco. Is there a happy medium between throwing caution to the wind and moving to Stockholm and just saying “Eff it, let’s stay here forever”? Is the answer that we need to travel more? But who wants to travel with a 2 year- old? And if we wait until she’s older, will we be so old that we won’t care anymore? Is now the time to pack it up and move because she’s not in school yet, and it won’t screw her up so bad? My thoughts about the moving thing come and go like schools of fish. My mind races to one side so quickly that I’m looking at real estate in the South one minute and then back to redecorating our bedroom the next. I also think that not having a typical job gives me more time to ponder “what could be”.
I never want to come across as dissatisfied with my life and what I have been given. I am incredibly blessed with all I have. My family is healthy and warm. We have a home to call our own and a refrigerator full of food. I have no place to complain. But I am allowed to wish. And I wish that maybe I could get more out of this life I was given.