It's guaranteed to say I was going south. Every morning, I hit that snooze button until it's do or die. I race to work, speed to my home state if I am expected to visit family or friends, and sometimes when I get a crazy idea to go shopping. My foot turns to lead and I am a fixture in the left hand lane.
Headed north, I'm the polar opposite. It takes me 10 minutes to get to work, and 20 to return. That should be clue enough that I dislike my current GPS location.
The reason behind this revelation? I took a look at my financials... I could be debt free, but dirt poor, right now. My car is thisclose to being paid off, and my other loans are low enough I could eradicate them.
So what do I do with this info? I look at newer cars online, see how long it would take to save up a little cash and do something I have always wanted... buy a house. A modest one, but still...
I could fix the "it's not home" feeling I have. Or make it worse if I fail to get that feeling as I shop. My parents want me to build on a portion of their land... I'm hesitant. More fearful of slipping back into the role I had, or that being that close would mean constant visits. I think I might avoid the immediate area until we discuss rules for me to entertain the idea.
I could stay in my current state; just slip a bit down the road.
Or let my wanderlust free.
For now, I'm not looking at houses. I still have a year on my lease. My car is running fine (for now)...
Still... I can dream about it.
A garden in the back, a hammock, my name on the mailbox, my mark in every room... and endless possibilities...
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