Moving. I moved four times in 2010, and it has left me desperately craving stability. (Yesterday I almost named stability as what I want to achieve in 2011, but I already plan to move at least once, return to school, and find a new job or two. No sense setting myself up to fail with unrealistic expectation.)
Even so, each of my moves have come from a place of greater stability than the one before. When I moved in May, it was because my previous living situation had become so volatile that I no longer felt safe there. When I moved a month later, it was because of an unethical landlord situation. When I moved from my apartment in Reno to Paul and Tiff’s apartment in Reno, it was due to my desire to continue living with them, and a bit of convenience. When I moved back to Tahoe in November, I finally moved because it was the best choice for me at the time and continues to be a good choice. I can see improvement, little by little.
I am here now and I am enjoying my apartment and my town, but I’m also keeping an eye on the next move. Even as I unpacked, I asked myself if I needed all of these things. Every time I buy something I think about how I will move it. I don’t think I’ll be fully settled until I’m in Seattle, where I’ll be able to commit for two years, where I’ll be able to truly establish a home for myself.