Today I'm thinking that maybe I should move to Chicago. Actually, not just today. I've been thinking about it a lot recently.
Maybe it's time to be in a new place. I've been in DC for quite a while.
I grew up moving every two to four years. And when I hit the four year point here, I got all twitchy. Time to go! And then I realized I was happy in DC and couldn't really think of anywhere else in the US I'd rather live.
I used to uproot myself just out of habit. Or I'd get bored or discontented, and I'd move as an attempt to fix something I didn't like. And at some point I realized it was me I didn't like, not the particular place. It was me I had to work on; changing the place had nothing to do with it.
This time it's different. It's not "I don't like this" but "maybe I'd like that better" - and maybe I would. I don't know.
I'm going to poke around for jobs - I'd like to find a writing job, or a job with a huge writing component, which is not what I currently have. I'm going to visit in the dead of winter. Because the truth is, I might just not be strong enough to survive the cold. And I categorically hate winter.
It might be a today whim. Or it might be what I'd really like to do.